“So, what brings you to London?”
I hate when people ask me that question. Being the awkward turtle that I am, I have developed a number of canned responses:
- The professional response: “I wanted to work in digital and there’s no better place to do that than London — at least where I could get a visa and speak the language!”
- The grown-up response: “I wanted to continue to live abroad and travel, and it’s easy for Canadians to get a visa for the UK. And it’s London!”
- The blunt but funny response: I thrust my thumb at Tom and say “That guy.”
Of course every answer is true, but one is truer than the others. I admit it: I’m one of those girls who moved abroad for her boyfriend. I mean, it wasn’t just him. After Martinique I wanted to continue travelling, but London was never a place I would have considered living (I was more into Paris). But I gotta say, thank goodness “that guy” is from London because I don’t know what excuse I would have had for moving to, I don’t know, Chichester? *shudder*