Went to London a few months ago and I'm still dreaming of the pristine parks that were there. Sitting in them and writing, reading or listening to music felt fucking magical. BRING ME BACK!!
Honestly, so happy I didn't listen to people calling it bootleg NYC.
I think I'm speaking for all the London-pilled people who love those 50 minute bus rides on the upper deck, sightseeing basically the exact same areas every day.
Easier for Brits/Euros with their generous holiday/leave policies but as someone who dreads going into Central London on Saturdays/Sundays (as it’s generally rammed with tourists/shoppers/families from every possible surrounding area), it’s so nice to check out some local landmarks on a weekday afternoon without rushing around or trying to attend an event or meet up with anyone at all. (Granted, yesterday was a phenomenally dreary and chilly day but Hyde Park was hauntingly empty for being in the middle of a 10+ million person megalopolis)
been in the existential, depression, spiral, identity crisis, world crisis, questioning everything since about August, finally coming to terms that it won’t just go away. So I danced the fuck out of myself for an hour. Felt so good.