love/hate

[gnommi]

I'm not sure how I feel about London. On the one hand I hate living here with a fiery passion: I can't sleep for more than four hours a night, I have no personal space, feel crushingly lonely and isolated no matter how much I get out and am constantly grubby with my nose bunged full of God Only Knows What.

But creeping in is this sense that I don't want to be out of it. Whatever IT is? That I can't be back in the backwoods or I'd be missing out on being a part of something bigger, more complex, more alive somehow. I feel like I'm falling in love with the Wrong Person. Is this a one-way trip? Should I get back out whilst I still can, or embrace the change?

Comments

[prosepina.livejournal.com]

Yep this is all normal behaviour, don't worry. The negatives you describe subside after two years to be quite specifically replaced with a complete hatred of dawdling tourists on Oxford Street. The latter eventually subsides only if you manage to keep a foot in the city, no matter how tenous a foot it might be.

The forst time I used a cleanser in London I weas deeply deeply grossed out. Now I know that when they film all those spot cleansing ads they put the greasy teenager on the Northern Line for an hour first.

Londonite

[notestothem.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you have been sucked in, you will find us very parochial now.