This evening, as I walked home, it hit me properly.
I live in London now.
It’s where I am, it’s where my stuff is, it’s where I work, and it’s where I socialise.
It was a nice realisation, as I walked through the cool night air to get to my station, and filled me with a good dose of the warm fuzzies….
It’s nice to feel at home.
It’s nice to know how to do my commute, what stops are worth walking to to make a journey shorter, when to avoid the leisure centre (that place gets *crowded* at points), and I’m starting to find some cool shops and bars to frequent.
Today was the last official day of my summer break, and was the perfect balance of work, fun, and quiet time. I got up at 6am (and so did Matthew, brave boy!), and worked in school for 5 or six hours getting all sorts of stuff sorted. Then I went to meet Richard for a long and lazy lunch (with cham-PAGNE(!), which is a bit of a tradition of ours), and spent a good few hours chatting and catching up. Then I went for a little walk and caught a free screening of ‘Julie & Julia’. I really liked it in a chickbloggyflick way, and was pleased with what they’d done with one of my favourite summer reads. Then I walked, got a Friday treat in Marks & Spencer for the boy and I to share tomorrow night.
And now, to bed, to bed….
I hope your days were similarly lovely!