When I left London, I wasn’t dragged out kicking and screaming like my toddler when it’s time to leave soft play, I did go intentionally, but I didn’t feel like it was really a choice.
London is expensive, obviously, and in the ten years I lived there it always felt like it was someone else’s city, someone else’s home; I didn’t belong there. Each house …
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