Today’s Star columnist: Anna Pintus, freelance journalist

Anna Pintus'Sheffielder Anna is a freelance journalist and a press planning assistant with an interest in film
Anna Pintus'Sheffielder Anna is a freelance journalist and a press planning assistant with an interest in film
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Afew months ago, I made the big move: the big move to the big smoke that is.

In other words, I moved to London, leaving behind rolling green fields for, well, a world of skyscrapers, pollution and that strange fake plastic grass; because of course nothing natural could survive in this metropolis. Don’t get me wrong, London’s great, everything I wanted – fast- paced job and lifestyle. The problem is, it lacks something Sheffield has in abundance – heart. The only heart you find in this bustling city life, is that of your own, beating twice as fast as usual as you fight your way onto an already packed Tube. Everything is so immediate here, which leaves most of London’s inhabitants as impatient, rude and quite frankly, robotic. The sad truth is you can’t help but fall into these patterns.

I can already feel myself becoming just another angry London commuter. It’s the only way to survive that twice a day journey, without going mad.

On a recent trip back to Sheffield, I found myself perplexed by the space, the clean air, the true green of nature. It was bizarre, having fully integrated into the London way of life, to be faced with bus drivers who say hello, friendly people who smile at you in the street and people walking at a normal speed through the city with little urgency.

I complained about it before – I thought Sheffield was claustrophobic, that you couldn’t go anywhere or do anything without people knowing your business.

But really, London is the same. It may lack the personal element, but there is never any space here, never any time to breathe. It’s all go, go, go, there’s no let-up.

I look forward to my trips to Sheffield now. I love to see my family as often as possible, but there is also something about being back in your comfort zone that just helps you to clear your head, have a respite from the craziness.

Yes, the buses may be slow, it holds memories (not all good ones) at every turn and there is always a risk that you’re going to bump into someone you would really rather avoid, but, at the end of the day, London will never replace Sheffield as my home. My past is in Sheffield, my present is in London and my future – well who knows. That’s what makes life exciting.