London is gradually waking up. The darkness of winter slows the city’s heartbeat, making our every action or movement an effort. But now things are getting brighter, the trees are on the brink of life, people seem to be slipping easily into their movements … pulsing cells of blood shaking off the lethargy of the months of hibernation.
This speed is worrying me – I leave Time Out in less than two weeks. I’m scared to leave its comfort, but the same thing that let me develop has left me finally trapped and restricted. The sadness of the situation is that it didn’t have to be like this. I could have watched the seasons shift, relaxed and happy. But circumstances and environments change. There’s no longer a place for me here.