At the end of August, I moved back to London to take up a job in a bindery. In some ways it was a hard decision to make. Having run my own bindery for two and a half years, how would I cope with working for someone else? I hadn’t left London under the happiest of circumstances the first time – having grown tired of the hustle and bustle and of the life I had been leading. Now, having had time to reflect on it, I know it was the right choice to move back to London. I have found a great place to live in a beautiful part of town near friends. I have a quick, stress-free commute to work each morning. The job is good – nice people, interesting work, paid holiday and copious amounts of squash for me to drink. (As someone who doesn’t drink tea or coffee, that’s more important to me than you probably think.)
