There’s lots I miss about the city.
It’s the concrete, the high rise buildings and even the dreaded rush hour that I miss. The dragging myself out of bed to be just in time (but mostly 5 minutes late) for a lecture. Standing outside freezing in smoking areas with my mates even though I don’t smoke myself. Getting stuck in traffic on the bus to work from Elephant & Castle all the way to Shoreditch. Drinking pints with my best mate on a Sunday afternoon in Camberwell after a walk through Burgess Park. Running late and speed-walking to the tube, but still stopping to give directions to an older tourist couple who are visiting from Europe.
But 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦home isn’t so bad. In the meantime, I’m finally getting a good, heavy nights’ sleep. I’ve become appreciative in the way that I’ll stand at the big window upstairs and watch a tractor chug across a hill in the distance until it’s entirely out of sight. Or I’ll help my little brother set the table for supper, and think back to when he was just born as I notice he is now nearly my height.
If I leave the lockdown period with anything, I hope it’s that I start taking the ‘little things’ in more. I can’t wait to experience the early starts in London again when the streets are quiet before people leave for work.
Still, at the same time, I’m excited to think back to quiet April mornings in Wales where the sound of chirping birds is what wakes me up.
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