Before I moved to London, I romanticised the idea of living here. I thought that having my own ‘home’ tube stop was just about the coolest thing that could happen. Now that I’m living in my third London home and I’ve been commuting along the same tube line for over two years, it feels slightly less amazing. Don’t get me wrong, I love this city a lot. But there’s something about queuing up on a platform to have to shove yourself into a tiny bit of space on a tube carriage that is making you ill that isn’t quite magical. Especially when it’s happening before 8.30am, five times per week.
This is the reality of commuting in London.