I often refer to London as a cold, harsh woman... it may seem strange to personify such a large thing as a city but I believe she really does have incredible power.
I found myself a proud resident of this capital city at incredibly short notice...
Anyway, I resented the move here for quite some time... Had been segregated from my friends, my partner and my family. I found myself akin to a lion cub, I thought I was so big and strong but yet had to literally 'go it alone' and survive.
Anyway, a lot of time has passed now and after an especially good weekend this weekend of just experiencing the delight of wandering around Hyde Park I have come to see my quasi home in a very different light.
Sitting in the Serpentine Cafe enjoying a nice cup of tea with my feet on my special somebody's lap whilst reading snippets of James and The Giant Peach (my all time favourite book) I got to thinking about London and life... - had hated london for over 18 months and that one day of altered perspective has made me rethink that....
Why do we always forget the small things in life are the things that have such profound effect on us? I know now that one cup of tea with my feet up was a better feeling that I have had since December 31st 2008 (a whole other story) and I have London to thank for that...
I no longer think that London is a cruel Ice Queen I just think that, like most of her residents, she is grossly misunderstood....
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