Because it’s been ages after the last time I got sick of it.
Ages after the last time I rode the bus with everything BUT Londoners.
Ages after the last time I had Churos from a shady trailer right in front of Shepherd’s Bush.
I haven’t smoked embarrassingly expensive cigarettes for some time now.
I miss walking until I’ve bled in my shoes on Oxford street. And all the shopping bags.
Shopping in Tesco.
Being invited in shady clubs by Eastern-European cute guys.
Having fun in those clubs.
Getting adorably polite compliments from eloquent passers-by.
So yes, London is #MySeptemberWish.