I have a confession to make. My time in London failed to convince me that I shouldn't move there. Immediately. Like, tomorrow. I fell even more in love with London that I was before I even set foot there. I love the culture in London. I love the tube and the way everyone is always reading. I love the history, the way there are hidden treasures around every corner. I love the parks where everything is so absurdly green. I love the tourist crowds, fumbling about trying to pretend that they're not tourists. I loved the Christmas spirit practically dancing through the air. I loved the restaurants and the weird supermarkets and the way Sherlock Holmes' silhouette is on the walls of the station at Baker Street.
As I sat on a bench outside a fast food restaurant, watching the sun set and the people bustle around me, gazing upon the Houses of Parliament, I thought about all the things I loved about London. I thought about how I will most certainly be returning some day. To live, to work, to explore. It is my most treasured memory from my time in London, that hour sitting on a bench near the Thames. I will never forget this trip, and will always love London.