Sitting in the hostel I’m staying at in London. All twisted up from no sleep after my flight, but really loving it. This is the stimulation I like – the streets of London teaming with movement, people, edge...
When I took the train in to central London from Gatwick Airport memories flooded back to me. I’ve been in this city so many times at numerous different stages of my life. There was the historic first time here when I wandered the streets after partying the whole night previous in Brighton -everything a blurry impression. Then there was my first official move here penniless after leveraging everything on a trip into continental Europe. I stayed all over the place. Carried food in my pack... and was on the edge till I got a bartending job in Primrose Hill then a nice little gig in the offices of HMV on Oxford Street. Every stay another adventure and story – whether it was Christmas in Acton on Knights Ave with my best friend from Canada Shane; the month waiting for my Dutch visa in posh Hampton Court/ Richmond. or a couple blurry stays for a week or so with my first travel friend Adam in, ironically, a place called Canada Water, near Canary Wharf...
How’s this story going to unfold?... probably with sleep at some point, but not before I meet an old mate for lunch and some pints. I’m meeting my roommate Trevor from when I lived in Edinburgh ten years previous! Serious, I already love this. Life in motion is life lived... Not to mention it’s the best to reconnect with people you have history with. At the end of the day that’s what it’s about!
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