I have been writing for as long as I can remember, which
has taken me from scrawled crayon stories, to an old typewriter, and then
eventually to the laptop that I am writing from now. The written word has
always been a constant in my life, because that is how I best express myself. I
generated this blog as a memoir of sorts to document my time in London, to act
as a reminder of all the opportunities that the city has afforded me. It also
provides me with an outlet to air my journalistic tendencies in a creative way.
As you might have already gathered, I am not a fan of conventional, but of
dynamic and descriptive journalism that oozes voice.
I am half American and half British, but I write in and
talk American English, which will explain my overemphasis on "z's"
and lack of "u's" in the writing you see here. I named my blog My
London Dream, because everyday I feel like I am living the dream, in the most
surreal way possible. The great city that London is has more than likely ruined
me for life. To quote from Dr. Samuel Johnson: "When a man is tired of
London, he is tired of life." As overused as that quote might be, it holds
so much truth. The question is never what there is to do in London, but what
there is not to do.
My blog has been and continues to be a labor of love. I
toil over it, often teetering on the brink of insanity, as I concern myself
with all that comes with being a perfectionist (comma placement, correct
spacing, editing photos). That being said, I wouldn't have it any other way,
and I hope you enjoy reading my blog just as much as I enjoy writing it.
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