The funny thing of living in New Cross (or in other part of South of London) is one should really bear the casual mock of it being the south of the river (Thames, that is) while every thing happens north of it. Yet, I do think I'm better off here. I get Greenwich ten minutes walking (where the world time started at zero and a quirky art market is open every day - will get to that later), the places to have a cup (of coffee or tea) and a pint with the price of students, a local feel of being in a neighbourhood with Brockley Market around the corner and away from the crowded hustle of Central London. (You would not be expecting your morning walk got cramped with tourists heading to Westminster Abbey or British Museum.
On top of that, I could still wake up ten minutes before class and not be late - of course, with the compensation of looking horrendously sleepy and soul-less. I am bearing it alright.
(Image is taken at different times in 2013-2014 along New Cross Road and Deptford Park)
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