London: love it or hate it?
It’s interesting to see how growing up in Australia seems to mean I’m less likely to cope with London. I learnt all about living with less personal space in Amsterdam (eventually), and I’ve learnt to cope with summer without a backyard (I lie, I whinged the whole time), but the first properly grey sky of the year depressed me and left me feeling slightly on edge. James, on the other hand, was feeling “feel incredibly happy, or hopeful, or something.”.
Now if only Mez or Karen would get a blog, I’d have a set of international input.