We meet in random kitchens over
Cheap bottles of wine and fat lines of coke,
Like atoms bouncing about, without
Rhyme or reason, just lolling on sofas
And kissing in public house toilets.
The clubs bring us together, our hearts
Beating together with drum and bass,
Skittering out into the night, cold and crisp,
Holding hands with men who were strangers,
And now I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
If you can’t tell yet, I feel a little bit obsessed with love – so I’m going to write about it again today.
Because I have been watching lots of holiday movies, I’ve felt immersed in city life. I live out in the country now, but I did live in London when I first turned eighteen. And I have to admit that watching all those movies has made me miss it a bit.
There is something about the randomness of city life that you just can’t get out here. In the city you bump into people and then they become your friends or lovers and there is no way of telling which of the millions of people that live there will come into your circle.
When I moved to London, I knew nobody and I cultivated a whole life for myself and that random cast of characters that formed that part of my life will stay with me forever.
I love the countryside, but big city love is something special.
3 thoughts on “big city love”
I love cities, too, Rachel. There are so many options, and so much diversity! And cities have great culture, restaurants, and so on. They can be expensive, and I do prefer quiet for my living space. But cities do have a lot of appeal.
I know, I don’t think I could give up all the nice trails to run on out here. It’s pretty perfect at this time of year – running through crisp white fields – bliss…
I know what you mean about living in the city. Sadly, this pandemic is interfering with regular city life, but hopefully the social scene will return.