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I grew up in a city in a country far, far away. Like most outsiders, London was a beautiful dream world that existed only on a screen. I had visited once, for a week, and though I was not as head over heels for it then as I am now, it left a deep enough mark. When university came around, I set my heart on a University of London and jetted off. I was nervous, yes, and so terribly excited. At seventeen I knew nothing but the fact that I had it in me to make my dreams come true.

If London didn’t woo me –  which it did, and it has been one of the best suitors I’ve come across – Europe would have. It baffled me how easy it was – how cheap it was – to take a plane and jet off to a country and a city I’ve never been to before. At home, that £10 ticket would have taken me to the 30-minute afar Toronto. In London, it took me to Oslo on a return flight. Exploring a continent with an ancient human history still has me giddy, and that is why A Northern Wanderer was born; to document the wild adventures a kid from the Great White North can get up to.

Rewind a bit. I’m seventeen, in London for the first time on my own. I’m discovering it with friends from several different countries, who can speak two to three languages each. I’m twenty-one now. I’ve been in England for four years. London is both familiar and home and full of discoveries I have yet to make. I haven’t written about anything I found or discovered or did during those long, four years. I naturally have a lot of catching up to do. I have thousands of photos that I have to sort through and a memory I have to detangle. It’ll all be worth it, though.

I’m just a little behind schedule.

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For a little while, at least, posts will likely not be current, or updated, or make any chronological sense at all. I hope you enjoyed Alice in Wonderland, because the trip I think I’ll take you on wouldn’t put Louis Carroll to shame, but it might instil a bit of drink me eat me complexes. One moment you’re three years ago, another you’re yesterday. One instant your big, the next you’re small. Eventually we’ll catch up and be the right size again, but that’s for another day.

I suppose I wanted to introduce London in some way, and that’s what this post is about. It deserves a prelude, I think.

Enter, London.

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A graduate trying to sort all her dreams together. Writer. Photographer. Artist. Adventurer. Wanderer.

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