London Is Lost
Once the crown jewel of Europe.
Now a damp, overpriced waiting room with slower internet than a goat farm in Crete.
And yes — I checked.
The Wi-Fi in my Cretan house runs 100x faster than what I paid £60/month for in East London.
And it costs less than a pint used to.
That was the final joke.
When there's nothing left to stay for — no opportunity, no energy, no upside — you stop justifying the grind.
You pull the plug.
So I did.
Left the rat race.
Left the rain.
Left the performative hustle of a dying empire still pretending it’s got juice.
What Life Looks Like Now
I wake up to sun and silence.
I write. I design. I build weird shit on my time.
Plugged into the same internet as the “civilised world” — just faster, cheaper, better.
No commute.
No grey faces.
No more being taxed for air.
The Real Problem
Most people stay out of inertia.
Not loyalty. Not logic.
We accept crap lives because at least they’re familiar.
But the game changed.
If you're online, you're global.
If you hold an EU passport, you're free.
So why are you still paying £2k/month to be miserable in a shoebox?
England is a third-world country in a trench coat.
If You Can Leave, Leave
If you're scared — that’s the sign.
The future belongs to those who opt out early.
Not the ones waiting for permission.
Pull the plug.
Go build something in the sun.
The door’s not locked. Just walk through it.
👉 Read the full breakdown: Why I Left The UK for the Sun