Nancy: Dear London, you disappointed me. The food was stereotypically bland, pictures were banned in many attractions, and there were a gazillion tourists -- just like me -- all scrambling for bits and pieces of this great historical city. Brexit is a thing (as is a rise in racism and hate crimes), and as one Londoner screamed at me within an hour of my arrival, "this isn't your country". You're right, I certainly didn't feel like this could ever be somewhere I called home.
I'm going to be honest -- I didn't fall in love with you. You were like the boy that was allergic to commitment, and I'm far too old to properly give a damn. Like all f*ckboys though, you had your moments. Somewhere during the weird 8 days of marveling at the inane number of tourists parked in front of Buckingham palace with no idea what they were looking for, and the general expensiveness of everything, I found myself enjoying a 5.99 fish and chips and wishing that I could move Piccadilly Circus back to Canada. Here's to my pocketful of happy London moments. I promise I won't drunk-text you.
Till next time,