Well isn’t this an interesting topic for today! What is love? Love has definitely been on my mind lately, but today I’m going to talk about love for a place:
I’ve fallen in love with London in the 8 months I’ve been here, and it’s not just because it’s “new”, because after 8 months, the exciting newness totally wears off. I love London because it feels right to be here. There’s this energy that London has that I can only describe as a “buzz.” It’s not that crazy high-strung hype of New York (as much as I miss it!), but rather, it’s buzzing hum of activity and culture.
London is historic — you have the Tower of London, the Houses of Parliament, the statue to Nelson Trafalgar, and so many relics to its history that have become embedded into its overall scheme. Of course, there’s Buckingham Palace, home of the Royal Family, and references to the monarchy all over the place, such as the “Victoria” and “Jubilee” Tube lines, the Victoria and Albert museum, and the “Jubilee Bridge”, for example. London is a microcosm of the British monarchy that dates back hundreds of years. The East End was once home to the majority of immigrants to London and you can still see remnants of this influx of culture, from Brick Lane (home to the best curry I’ve ever had) to the oldest synagogue in Britain, which brings me to my next point:
London is full of culture. I’ve never experienced such a multicultural, cosmopolitan city like London before. I’m not quite sure how to describe it, other than the fact that there are all kinds of people and cultures here. Museums are all free and they're open late on certain nights of the week, and people go to them as a social event! There is such rich culture that you can feel from the people and their social calendars.
London is refined and orderly. Coming from a super type-A person, I really appreciate the fact that it is an unwritten rule that you stand on the right of the escalator and walk on the left side, and that it is reinforced by “tutting” at those who do not obey. The Tube runs regularly (when it’s in operation, as in, before 1am and after 5:30 am) and stations are clearly marked. Besides those two obvious examples, I just get get a sense of order here, and I love it!
Being in London feels right to me, finally. I feel like I belong here and that the layout of the city and its history and people make sense to me. I can go for a run and not get lost while still being able to still marvel at the sight of the Houses of Parliament lit up from across the Thames at dusk. London is familiar, without being boring, because I don’t think it could ever be boring. London is what I needed and what I still need, and though the “honeymoon phase” has perhaps ended and I get annoyed at tourists and the fact that I still can’t tell which way cars are going to turn, I feel a sense of purpose here and a commitment to something greater than myself.
That’s what love is, to me. Love is not just the physical or superficial aspects of something, but rather, how the partnership of the two of you manifests itself. You don’t have to love every single thing and walk around with a huge smile on your face, but you should still find something to marvel at and believe that you are committed to something that goes beyond your immediate needs.
Inspired to be,