It is again the time of the year when I go through my life decisions and the milestones I accomplished in life: my London anniversary! This year I reach the gloriously round number of five, and as a five-year-old Londoner I can:
- Remember my address and phone number. In fact, I still remember all the four east London addresses I’ve changed in these five years, all their flatmates and their mould spots (the addresses’, not the flatmates’).
- Name at least four colours. I could name eleven, and I’d use them to indicate the tube lines, except I’ve been living here for five years, I’m over that phase.
- Purposefully make an effort to please and be liked by my friends. Most of the times I make tea for my colleagues and I even learned how to carry more than one cup per hand. Sometimes, though, I’m cranky and cannot be bothered to do the jugglery show and I make coffee just for myself and it’s mine, you can’t have it!
- Understand the basic concept of time. Basically, everything in London is forty-five minutes away; unless you want to take the bus, in that case don’t forget to pack a toy.
- Understand what household objects are used for, such as money, food, or appliances: unfortunately, the money is never enough, with these extortionate London rents, but the food is generally good, despite its reputation. I also learned to use appliances such as the iron and the diffuser, because I’m a big girl now!
Next year will be even more exciting, because I turn London-six. If Brexit interferes, at least I’ll be able to say I’ve never fallen into the trap of growing up!