My alarm rung at 5am. I jumped down from the top bunk and shook awake my best friend, who grunted and rolled away from me to show his enthusiasm for the early wake-up call. A symphony of six snoring men filled the dark room.
I know some people who are addicted to big cities. They are enlivened by being in a large city like New York or London. They tell me they feel connected. I often hear the sentiment of “being able to touch the pulse of the city”. I’ve never really had such a visceral reaction to big cities. Living in London is an expensive privilege but I don’t think it is an obvious choice.