All this time only barely seeing the beauty of the world go by and getting time to take it all in. Always living by the routine that works so that when the weekend comes it can be used to party or visit the countryside although once there, it is more often than not bypassed as heading to a smaller city to have lunch and shop is more familiar.
Like most other London dwellers I hate the obvious stuff. I detest getting the tube at rush hour and ending up with my nose nestled into an armpit that hasn't seen Radox for quite some time. I hate that in order to see my oldest and dearest best friends, a calendar comparison marathon ensues and a date is found no sooner than one whole month away.
In my late teens I was keen to get out of my mum's house ASAP, which meant spending several years living in dingy basement flats and warehouses with no hot water. At times it was a bit grim but it's all part of growing up and it taught me a lot. For me - now I'm living somewhere less squatter-chic - I've learnt to create an illusion of space.