London...

I am soon to be moving to London, a large ambition of mine is to finally come true. I have always loved London. Right from the very first time I remember going there...
The year was 2000, I was 11, my dad took me to the Millennium Dome. I remember sitting excitedly on the tube from Hatton Cross into central London. Looking at the map and asking what was at what stop. The Piccadilly line does a wonderful drawing of Above the Underground showing you all the famous places. I remember it being empty which is odd for the tube, something which I grew up to appreciate those times. Swinging from the centre poles and basically being a kid. I remember it being one of the earliest times I had my own camera, cue many selfies of me and my dad. I remember being very happy.
Happy
That is purely what London is to me. I have always wanted to to live in that hustle and bustle, and the ability to just go anywhere at any time and see everything.
Considering I have been overseas for some time I hadn't been to the Capital for a while. I treated myself to a wander around Spitalfields and Brick Lane. 
I had momentarily forgotten my sheer passion for the place. I wandered around from market to market in simple awe. I quite simply cannot wait to be living within touching distance of everything.