eight years ago i visited london for the first time, and i clearly remember the feeling i got when leaving the tube at oxford circus and going up to the light, sound and smell on oxford street. i thought i would feel overwhelmed, but strangely, i didn't. the reason i can't forget this moment is because what i felt, and that was "i'm home".
what a strange feeling to get the first time you arrive in a new city. since then my appetite for world cities hasn't stopped. hopefully london will be my home at last this fall.
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