So, it has been almost three months since I relocated to London. These past 3 months, I have to admit has taught me some new things, made me experience a variety of things I would have never thought of experiencing, but most of all it has worked me to the core! The term ‘the city that never sleeps’ is usually referenced when talking about New York, the BIG APPLE. But you have to admit that London is that sleepless child that either cries all night or runs around like he/she is high on caffeine.
The franticness of this city is one that can break you down mentally without your awareness. You’ve got to be persistent and vigilant because it will bite you like a bastard if caught off-guard. The essence of this post is that the city can ‘make’ or ‘break’ you. It’s just up to you which one you allow to impact you. Personally, I am too nonchalant for London, but whenever I’m outside the city – whether it be out of the country or not – I always seem to be thinking of London and its greatness and every time I try to leave it just seems to keep ‘pulling me back’, (yes I quoted Chingy’s ‘Pulling Me Back’ song – great song!). Anyway, my point is that the city is not one you can boss around. You’ll meet and encounter great and fabulous people, and then some minutes later you’ll meet and encounter some complete arrogant, ignorant and moronic useless excuse for ‘human beings’ people that you just have the urge to annihilate and you’re constantly saying to yourself. “only if murder was legal. Only if!” The city is crazy. Yet its craziness is what keeps the vast majority of people living in London sane and alive. Nevertheless, it is a magnificent city, one that is incomparable. Anyone can be a Londoner, but only a few can ‘have the London look.’