Grateful

On reflection, there was so much my companions did for me in those early days, intent on smoothing the way for me. They facilitated my move from the my grotty flat opposite King’s Cross station to a flat share in an upmarket apartment in Waterloo.

They attempted to fix my body by prescribing a personal trainer, with whom I’d run early morning along the South Bank, then through the City and up to Primrose Hill workout park. Well intended, but it did not help, for we had all misdiagnosed what was wrong with me.

Those were the days of great hospitality and generosity, as strangers opened their hearts to me. Such different times to my first year and a half in London, which had severely tested me. Some relief after hardship. In those moments, lifelong friendships were forged, for which I will be forever grateful.

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