When I moved to London 10 years ago, part of the draw of city life was working in a swanky office. I’d wake up early, dress smartly, grab a coffee en route, cram onto the Tube and then walk through town, passing iconic landmarks on my way. I felt lucky.
The ritual of the daily commute and office life made me feel like all the schooling, tuition fees and job applications had amounted to something – that I had amounted to something.
