What I Miss About London: A Nostalgic Journey Back
Paris has its Eiffel Tower, New York its Statue of Liberty, but for me, London will forever have a special place in my heart. The St Paul’s Cathedral and the Tower of London—even if their replicas were made from cake—simply cannot replace the charm of the original landmarks. It's always a delightful surprise when visitors come asking, “Is it cake?”
Walking Through Nature and its Versatility
Every night, as I drift into sleep, London lounges in my mind's eye. Its unique blend of the familiar and the unfamiliar comes alive, and my heart heavy with nostalgia. One of the most cherished things I miss is nature—the serene Richmond Park with its cold and foggy mornings. The dewy, moist air clings to my skin as I watch deer wander freely, their graceful movements an ethereal scene straight out of a poem.
London’s Parks, Buses, and Cultural Blend
The sprawling parks become my sanctuaries, and I miss the long, leisurely strolls through the greenery. In these moments, the birds and ducks peeking out from the bushes gaze at me in astonishment, as if I've invaded their world. The towering red buses, with their rolled-down windows and wet streets visible through the glass, transport me through a different dimension. I am enchanted by the variety of products in stores, the smiles of vendors with accents from all corners of the globe, a true reflection of the diverse fabric of London.
Discovering London’s Hidden Gems
Some of the most endearing memories come from wandering through the narrow, unknown streets of London, which would serendipitously spring up as I walked through famous areas. The streets of Richmond, Isleworth, South Bank, Ealing, and Sheen each hold special places in my heart. Richmond's unique riverside and boats make it stand out, while Ealing was my home, and Sheen seemed to pulse with a quintessential English charm. Isleworth, a quaint town, and South Bank, with its metropolitan buzz, hold cherished memories.
My University, Professors, and Old Friends
My university and esteemed colleagues, over whom time painted a vivid portrait, and professors from whom I gleaned profound knowledge, hold a special place in my heart. I could never forget the peace and tranquility that filled my home and the streets of London at night. Back then, I had the luxury of leisurely walks along Richmond, East Sheen, Isleworth, and South Bank, each with its own unique charm. Richmond, with its river and boats, was a particular favorite of mine.
Memories of Special Places and People
Within London, I have a soft spot for special places and individuals. The National Portrait Gallery and the Natural History Museum were where I spent countless hours and days lost in their vast exhibitions. These institutions are more than just museums and galleries; they are part of British culture and history. London's infamously colorful and vibrant graffiti scenes are etched in my memories as well. However, more than any place or artifact, it is the people that I miss the most. My friends from all over the world, my supervisors, and the children I looked after have a special place in my heart. I fondly recall the local café where a smiling British woman sold hot chocolate and sandwiches, her warm greeting a familiar comfort each morning. The Nepalese restaurant staff, too, had their own special place in my affections, their unique camaraderie and shared laughter a cherished memory.
London is more than just a city; it is a tapestry woven with memories, culture, and the warmth of its inhabitants. No matter how far I am from it, I remember and appreciate every bit of its charm.