When I was moving from America to Europe in 2012, I arranged a 10 hour layover in London. I was flying from Phoenix, on my way to Cyprus. A high school friend of mine was waiting for me in Leicester Square and was going to show me around the city.
I took the Piccadilly train from Heathrow and made my way into the city center. The weather was in my opinion perfect. It was about 27C and there was a light rain, but after the Arizona desert heat, this absolutely appealed to me.
At a first glance I loved London. The city left such a good feeling with me that I was planning to return after the summer. A few hours was all I needed to know that this was a city I wanted to live in.
Little did I know that my opinion on London was about to change completely.