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I'm home!


Where the water comes from the tap, unfiltered and the vegetables aren’t stewed or fried. Where, the wifi works well and I have a front door key and a comfortable mattress to languish. Where, I won’t leave home without my Oyster card and I know the direction to where I am going. Where the buses don’t take 8-12 hours and the trains don’t last longer than 6 hours – for a long long weekend! Where, I won’t be stared at (I doubt!). Where dining out will be a luxury not a necessity. Where I have a fridge – and can cook in a kitchen. Where, car horns will be drowned out with Ambulance and Police sirens. Where, the parks are places to enjoy in daylight and only a few live during the night. Where, Pimms is on tap and fish’n’chips is a staple. Where, no one asks me where I am from, we are all foreign here. Where everyone uses the toilet and those truly uncouth few get arrested for pissing in public. Where I have my own washing machine and can ensure my delicates don’t get mangled. Where, I have an address. 

London. I had a broken heart leaving and have an open heart returning. 

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