I moved here. I was kinda-here before, but noncommittal, like a toddler eyeing a distant relative.
I knew I liked this place when I got out of the tube last week, smelled the air, and thought, I like that smell.
I’m highly attracted to specific locational smells (and the smell of band-aids). I like the smell of NYC after a rain storm. I like NJ at night in August (though this led to the famous Raccoon-licking incident of 2007). And, I can add to my list, the smell of London.
I now have to figure out how to live here, an insanely expensive city, in the middle of a global depression, but sometimes, when you make your first decision just to do something, the how follows much easier. At least, that’s what I hope. In the mean time, I’m shopping in the Just Reduced section of the supermarket.
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