London
Arriving in London I am surprised at how relaxed I feel in the middle of rush hour. Leaving everyone else to their panicking and cursing, whilst I weave into the next free spot in the crowd in the direction I’m heading. So what if I miss a bus? There will be another.
As it happens the bus arrives almost immediately. I get on, not bothered about a seat, but get one. The experience of a couple of hundred meters from train to bus stop makes me realise how stressed, irritated and angry London made me when I lived here. I still rush about in Durham, but compared to what I was like this time last year I’m so chilled I’m practically horizontal. I get to enjoy London and let the more stressful aspects just pass me by.
It’s only minutes before I hear sirens, and going through Camden I can’t believe the sheer volume of people. London is a city that has completely different perspective to everywhere else, you get sucked in. Now I get to view this mad crazy city as an outsider and it’s lovely.
I’ve only ever been to London as a visitor, and I know for a fact I would hate living there. I find that it’s all too claustrophobic and manic.
That was actually one of the things I liked most about Durham when I visited: The atmosphere’s fantastic, much nicer than in bigger cities.
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