February 15, 2015 - 4:34pm
After a weekend trip to Brussels, blogger Lianna Hursh realizes how quickly London is becoming her home.

London reminds me of a quieter, saner version of New York City. When I took my first trip on the tube, I found the deafening sound of silence pretty shocking. I wondered why people weren’t speaking to each other. I wondered if the older man in front of me had a wife and kids, and what the angsty teenager sitting to my right ate for lunch, but I knew I couldn’t ask.