I hate London.

That’s right, I said it!

I want to love it though – and that’s what this blog is about. A young Canadian girl and self-professed London skeptic discovering all the things the Big Smoke has to offer – and hoping to find home along the way.

I moved here in September, fresh off a Master’s degree and the happiest year of my life (lez be real – London didn’t stand a chance), to start a job. I knew from the start London wasn’t my cup of English Breakfast Tea – it’s big, it’s busy and it’s lonely, and I quickly found myself depressed.

Of course, things get worse before they get better. With January came heartache and the end of my long distance relationship, with a man with whom I shared a love that can only be described as desperate.

Here I was, in a city I hated, having to let go of the future I had already imagined and claimed as my own. It wasn’t pretty. You know that glazed look your friends get in their eyes when you bring up something for the zillionth time? Like, say, a breakup? I know that look well. We are very well acquainted.

Many bottles of wine and evenings of Adele on repeat later, I realised I needed to do something. Emphasis on DO – I needed to get out, keep busy and enjoy myself [insert cliché here], whether I wanted to or not. Not only was this vital for me to move on, but also to embrace my new surroundings, despite our rocky start.

So London, here is my olive branch. A skeptic I may be, but one that is open to conversion. Your move.

LT x