by Ella Ivey

Created on: November 07, 2007   Last Updated: November 26, 2011

I'm a city girl through and through, so undoubtedly I just had to choose the city side.

I live in a town just in the outskirts of London so as you can imagine I'm always in and out of the magical, big city. Yes, so it has its down points; the fact that there's always a wave of pollution hitting you as soon as you get out of your car or the train. The fact that people are so busy that they brush past you, hammering your shoulder hard and not even turning back to apologize. And also the fact that if you don't hold o to your handbag properly, it will get knocked off/stolen and never be found again.

But... when you look at the bigger picture there is no place I would rather be in. The excitement thrills me of being somewhere where everyday is a new adventure- where everyday you encounter people you have never met before who suddenly become life-long friends.

I know a few people in Notting Hill, who despite having gone to the best school in England and living in the most fantastic houses, they certainly break the stereotype as the 'rich kids'. They are fun-loving, wonderful, kind, crazy, loud and I know that if I were to ever have a problem they would certainly be there for me.
I also know quite a few people in Chiswick having lived there for 3 months and despite being fun-loving, wonderful and kind, they are also intensely quiet, smart and absolutely perfect for parading through museums or theaters.

That's something I love about city life- you encounter so many different people but they're all into different things and go to different places. I just can't imagine having that sort of life in the country.

Perhaps I'm writing unfairly considering that the most I have spent in the countryside was the total of 6 days where the whole class was made to go by the Biology teachers as part of a field trip. It was horrible (to me anyway). There were no shops for miles and as soon as I emerged my head out of the window, the only thing I could see were soggy, green fields and the smell of cow dung which permeated the air and the only thing I liked about it was that I could wear my brand new black with pink spots wellies (which a week later were a main display at the Bentalls centre in Kingston). Not only that but the only memory I have of the trip was walking for what seemed like miles and miles just to get to the sea side.
I guess it's just not my kind of living. I like hailing a cab whenever I can.

I am a complete Starbucks girl; gathering in this domineering and globalized

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