Twenty-four years ago today, I arrived in London from Exeter. The day always evokes a mixture of feelings. Pride that I made it work, to the best of my abilities. Nostalgia for a different life, for Exeter. The Roman city. The summer evenings. The lack of responsibility.
Devon, the place where I’d studied.
It took me a long time to get used to London life, but now I can’t imagine living anywhere else.