I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss the London of six months ago: bustling streets, sardine-packed tube trains and overflowing pubs. At first, lockdown felt like a dreamy way to press pause on day-to-day life. We spent our hours outside of work playing video games, binge-watching Netflix’s most coveted series, navigating home workouts and reading an endless supply of books. Eventually, however, the days started to feel long, Netflix conquered and our flat smaller.