Joining the London ranks
At 9 a.m. on my way to work each morning, my pace quickens. I join the busy shuffle as soon as I get off at Victoria. My posture is a bit straighter, and I take some powerful strides as everyone around me rushes to get to work on time. After entering the doors of the crystal palace then my floor, I then grab a sparkling water from the magic fridge and get started for the day. Today, I realised that it would be my last day of this. Sure, I will have another job with other great people and perks, but there is nothing like joining the ranks of the London professionals. Back to Lawrence, wherever for the summer and then come August, I’ll be a student again. This will be the weirdest transition of all.
Yesterday, I stood on the Prime Meridian in Greenwich. I saw where time started and laid out in the lush grass. Greenwich was amazing. We took the ferry there and got another view of London from the Thames. Before we got on the ferry, we were waiting under the London Bridge, and I had this moment where I just thought that it would be my last view of the London Bridge for a long time to come.
Last night, I went to a club called Shunt, which is the most unique experience that I’ve ever had and was the perfect culmination of the London underground arts scene. And it doesn’t get more underground than this. The club is in an abandoned underground station. There was a maze of tunnels with a different form of art going on in each one. We followed a lit corridor which led to a bar with seats in darkened corners around the space. What an experience. In each space, something different was going on. As I was witnessing a mock séance, I turned to the guy next to me and asked “do you come here often?”
Only in London.