Oddly, I was back in London the last few weekends, SE1 and around the O2. Moved here in my teens from a dead south coast seaside town a bit further down from Brighton, filled with old people who hated kids, and their dogs, and promenades filled with packs of fighting mods n rockers and the post drinking vomit- Brighton was equally hideous back then. Its current iteration really a fairly recent - in part, I suspect, due to the influx of educated bohemian Londoners and their arty ways, but we’ll overlook that, shall we? I also lived in London for about 5 years after uni, worked there commuting in for another 10 until had kids. DH still spends 30-40% of his working life there - 30 years of living/commuting/working there.
I was stunned by the atmosphere, the people of all nationalities chatting over their balconies whilst watering their hanging baskets; by how friendly people seemed when walking their dogs in the green spaces; by how clean it looked compared to 20 years ago; by the music pumping out of the bars and the pavements decorated with tables, flowers, lights, all filled with laughing punters. By the fact that the businesses/restaurants seemed to be thriving, unlike the local market towns where I live, where half of the shop fronts are boarded up now due to landlord rents rocketing and the roads being in permanent gridlock, where only the same big chain companies can afford a presence so all the boutique bars/shops have closed down. By the fact that if you live there you can more easily get cheap/box office return tickets for the things DH and I love - the theatre, the gigs, the cricket (DH, not me, on that last one).
DH has been wanting to move back for years, esp now kids are planning London-based uni courses, and I am finally with him on this.