For the last 2 years I have lived in London and been working my dream job – albeit a little underpaid. But I hate London. I hate the weather, I hate the people, the atmosphere, the food, the culture, every little thing about this town makes my skin crawl. It is the epitome of everything that we have gotten wrong as a collective species. Waking up without sunshine depresses me, just thinking about pre-cooked, microwave meals makes me sick (how do these people live like this?) But I'm stuck on a contract of 2 more years and my girlfriend (the only Londoner unto whom I do not wish a painful death) still has 2 years of uni left. I literally don't know if I can stay sane for that much longer.