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Tracy called it 'our perfect little neighborhooh,' and I agree with her.
Several things make it perfect: Cafe du Parc, George and his bottle shop, the family run co-op grocery store, the tube stop just 100 metres from our front door, and the park.
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It's also clean, safe, and friendly. I'll miss all of these things. It holds happy memories. As our first abode together, it will be associated with the discovery of a young relationship. We brought Tim home to it, and five months of his 'firsts' are connected to it.
I've loved living here. It's the first time I've lived in a real city, one of the major players of the world as far as cities go. I can be on Oxford Street from my home in the same time that it takes you to get to your local mall. I have yet to meet someone who hasn't heard of London. Yet, I live in a real neighborhood.
I will miss this place, but I'm not sad about leaving. We're headed out on another adventure then to the US, which I get to experience through Paul's eyes. My life with Paul is proving to be just what I expected, full of rich memories of past experiences, contentment with our present life, and excitement about the next journey.
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