Urban Blogger

Finding yourself lost in a city that you are supposed to come from is normally embarrassing. Stumbling upon a hidden community and realising that you have to hold your bag tight to your hip, even though moments before you were in one of the richest streets in the world, should be terrifying. Stumbling into a shop hurriedly because you’re panicking and in need of a cigarette, even though you’ve given up smoking, should be alarming. Bumping into a sweaty man who honestly believes that he can grab you off the street and sweet talk you toward the pub for a drink and maybe more after, should be distressing. All these things and more – should all worry the pants off most people. But to me, it’s all totally normal. I live in London.

I’ve lost count of the times I’ve got lost here, been blatantly mentally undressed by a moron or found myself in a strange place that could potentially end terribly. Today was no different. But, on the up side, i did get to go shopping in some enormous bookshops. The possibility here is endless. I can buy almost any book in print here. However, when i say possibility, i don’t just mean positive possibility, i mean both the positive and the negative. I wonder, which out weighs the other? This is a question i doubt i will ever have the answer to.

This city runs through my veins like a passionate love affair; sometimes it bubbles and when it’s bubbling well, i can barely contain my euphoria as i feel my heart beating so fast that the beats seem to merge into one long thud. Other times my blood runs cold and i am detached and cold and foraging in the dark for answers.

I guess London (for me) is so interesting because in some ways it reflects life. It has its own personality. It has voice. Sometimes it even seems to have feelings and just like yourself, it is extremely hard to get away from.