As of today…ish (maybe it was yesterday?), I’ve been living in London for eight years.
I arrived via Dublin with two very heavy bags. My then-boyfriend’s mother tried to negotiate the overweight luggage fee down by complimenting the woman at the desk on the fake diamond she had glued to her front tooth. The woman accepted the compliment but did not reduce the charges
Last night I watched the X Factor results show, and as I choked back tears as the contestants doubled over with grief and fear said things like, ‘THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY OF MY LIFE’, I thought that maybe the fact that I am now the kind of person who cries at the X Factor is a sign that I have been here too long.
The world. What is it like?
