After New York City and Mount Horeb, Wisc. (the troll capital of America), London is my favorite city in the world. Because they have a tower, a dungeon and a Queen, it’s like every day there is the Renaissance Faire. Plus, Londoners are passionate about beer, soccer and rock‘n’roll: three things I consider as essential as breathing. Having recently found myself jobless and without a care in the world (except for the crippling anxiety I feel daily), I decided to visit. I hoped being surrounded by pretty accents would make up for the past month of having doors slammed in my face as a Census Enumerator.