We first met two years ago. I moved up from a small and deadly seaside town called Brighton, and didn’t really know what to expect. of course, I’ve visited you in the past, but actually living inside you was the start of a new adventure for me. we didn’t get along at the beginning. I was terrified of you, to say the least. but as the months rolled by I’ve learned to uncover your hidden beauty. you see, there is so much of you to love yet there is an equal amount of things to hate.
Architecturally speaking, you are perfect. the old rotting buildings and bricky streets everywhere made you quite attractive for me, in that aspect – you have simply everything I love about architecture. culturally speaking, there’s even more to adore. tons of little galleries, small music venues, such a big street-art scene that makes the surrounding walls ever so colourful and constantly changing, little vintage shops and street markets, and such a wide range of food goodies from around the world, that comes hand in hand with the diversity of the local community. there is also many and many hidden gems that one can only find while constantly roaming the streets, as I did the past two years – from secret gardens to abandoned buildings, you have it all.
However, despite your beauty and all of your amazing qualities listed above, you have a somewhat ugly side as well; you’re fucking dirty, hectic and way too crowded, and as one of my favourite songs goes, you’re full of dumb reminders. the worst thing about you really, is that you lack silence. I don’t ever get it around you, and I crave it badly. grave yards has become too familiar to me, I hate that.
I’m not breaking up with you, East London. this is also not a goodbye letter. this is just a see-you-later I guess. I’m moving on. I’m moving out and up north. In a couple of weeks time I will no longer call you home. but that doesn’t change my love for you I promise you that. I’ll be a 20 minuets ride away if you ever need me and I will come see you as often as I can, as you can be quite addictive at times, and I…. I have the soul of a junkie. I believe it will change our relationship for the better as from now on I will live in a much nicer environment and will only come to hang around you when I choose to, not because I have to. you will probably look even better and more exciting from a distance, and I will finally get my silence.
You stay classy E1,