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All the last times. 30 September 2020

Updated: Jan 30, 2021


st night in London.

8 years and 8 months of my life in this city. I am looking to write something memorable, something to seal my experience here with more than "it has been a ride".

What has London been to me it is to be seen, but what London hasn't been to me it is crystal clear: I didn't come here to have fun.

These 8 years have been a rollercoaster, professionally and personally, and while they say "where there is no pain, there is no gain" I kindly ask the Universe to be gentler with my next step in life. Maybe it is possible to experience growth without the struggle.

Most of the friends I have made in this city are also teachers, and for that I am grateful.

I am grateful also for myself, for being able to find the beauty amidst the pain, the calmness amidst the burning.

I like London, and I have enjoyed it my way: ramen, charleston, BFI, Street dance, dumplings, Southwark park, city walks, museums, Somerset House, coffee, accents.

But London is not my city.

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