When I visited London, I felt this instant connection and love. I loved the different neighborhoods, the culture, the people. I felt like it was so much easier to feel like I belonged.
For the most part I have viewed where I live now as a means to an end, a place I live, not a home and not somewhere I love. There aren’t my favorite places, my favorite sights, where I like to go when I leave. It’s been school and home.
I want to try to explore my horizons. I want to give here a chance. I want to fall in love with here. Maybe it won’t be passionate or deep, but I want to feel like I know the streets, the people, and the places here. I want to come away from here knowing things, being able to be a somewhat tour guide, to know here. I want to recommend people my favorite cafe, my favorite street, my favorite park. I want to experience here.
I want to explore here. I need to give this place a chance if I am ever going to call it home, in more than just the location sense.
While I don’t know if I’ll ever fall madly in love with here, or if I’ll ever feel one hundred percent at home here, it deserves the benefit of the doubt.
I want to get a travel book and visit the sights, visit the recommendations, the places that are the ‘tops’. I want to make my own tops, I want to explore, to eat, to hike, to walk.
I want to give this city a chance to romance me.