“Why London?” he asked as we sat after-hours in a cozy Clapham neighborhood pub tucked away on a sleeping street corner. It was the kind of pub where everyone knows each other, where the patrons are more like family rather than strangers who frequent the same bar.
I struggled to find the right words to suitably answer this native Londoner’s question. Why do I love London so?
I studied abroad in London for four months in 2014, falling so in love with this city that leaving felt like a breakup more than anything. I returned for two weeks this past May, excited to once more immerse myself in the city that my heart had remained behind in.
But why London? Why do I feel such a draw to this place more than any of the other cities I’ve been to and lived in?