Move impending, I’m sad to be leaving Islington. Who am I kidding, Islington, it’s Holloway/Archway. N19 to N7 has been a very special place to me for my two and a half years in London - it’s been my solace, my refuge on bad nights out, my palace on great nights in and, well, the nucleus of my London life to date. I’ve made some amazing friends in the area, found some places that I love to eat and drink in, and I’ll be very sad to move away from it.
Will N22 have a crazy dog lady? Never have I seen an old lady with so many pomeranians, on foot and in prams. Probably not. Will N22 have a surplus of scary Irish pubs? I doubt it. What about kebab houses? So many I will miss, especially (big shout out to) Archway Kebab. The man in there kept my favourite scarf for me for over a month when I thought I’d lost it. What about my cockney florist/fruit and veg man? We had a good thing going. What about the man that updates my Oyster card for me every Monday? He knows I’m Welsh. He knows the score. No, he too will exit my life.
That being said, N22 has a lot to live up to. Thank you, little post codes, for giving this girl a bit more of a backbone and a lot of great memories. Here’s to pastures new.