It has been almost a year since the publication of my book about England, and over two years since I bid farewell to the captivating streets of London. Yet, my heart still yearns for the city’s timeless charms that have left an indelible mark on my soul.
London, to me, is a symphony of cherished moments—a tapestry of small wonders that collectively create an enchanting experience. Picture standing alone at a serene train station, feeling the cool breeze gently caressing my skin as the train approaches. Imagine stepping out of the Underground into a different world, greeted by a soft drizzle that paints a poetic ambience around me. One memory that lingers is a rainy morning on Baker Street, where amidst the bustling crowd, I found myself entranced by elegant trench coats and the fashionable commuters bustling by.
Reflecting on London, a wave of inexplicable nostalgia washes over me—a gentle sigh of wistfulness akin to reminiscing about a long-lost youth. It’s the essence of the city that evoked emotions of excitement, akin to a young girl moving to a new home or a child discovering a treasure trove of captivating toys.
Having wandered to nearly thirty countries, my curiosity for exploration has grown, yet the ability to be genuinely enchanted by new places has waned. However, London remains an exception.
While not the first grand city I visited, London presented a world of untold wonders and a thirst for knowledge that no other place could quench. It felt like an encounter with a captivating stranger, meant exclusively for me—a connection that went beyond the surface of mere admiration.
London, to me, is like a treasured secret—an intimate affair that I hold close to my heart. Even though I penned a book about it, London retains its personal significance—a city reserved solely for my own musings. The thoughts of London intertwine with my being, and no one can feel precisely the way I do, although shared sentiments exist.
My reminiscences of London are seldom compared to others, as it is a relationship that stands apart from the rest. The characters in my life merely play supporting roles in expressing my profound affection for this metropolis—a city that holds my heart in its grasp.
As I traverse the globe, London’s allure remains undiminished, a beacon of inspiration that sparked my wanderlust and ignited the flames of exploration within me. Journey with me as I celebrate the memories of this enchanted love affair with London—a city that forever resides in the depths of my soul, painting my life’s canvas with its timeless charms.
Missing London, Lehoai