Eight Years in London

All this Bristol malarkey has taken over my brain to the extent that my eight year anniversary of moving to London passed without thought or remark. So much has happened since I got in that van with my sister on the 28th of September 2001 and we set off for points south (me to London, her to Dover).

I realise that I've now spent almost a quarter of my life in London, and until recently didn't see a life outside of it, but it's funny how the world turns…

If you'd asked me six months ago where I thought I'd be living in eight years time, I'd probably have said London.


Who knows. I certainly don't.

I'm looking forward to finding out though.