{"id":1043,"date":"2022-02-11T19:44:34","date_gmt":"2022-02-11T19:44:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.stuffbysofia.com\/blog\/?p=1043"},"modified":"2022-03-16T19:02:03","modified_gmt":"2022-03-16T19:02:03","slug":"the-london-years-words-save-our-lives-sometimes-4-of-20","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.stuffbysofia.com\/blog\/2022\/02\/the-london-years-words-save-our-lives-sometimes-4-of-20\/","title":{"rendered":"The London Years: Words save our lives… sometimes (4 of 20)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I used to commute in London with at least one book, some journal papers, two pens and two highlighters. Once, a lovely gentleman saw me maniacally highlighting some photocopies of journal papers and we struck up a great conversation about research subjects. On the tube. He was a biologist and a lab assistant. I was trying to see if the PhD life was for me. Turns out, it wasn’t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don\u2019t know what\u2019s going on? I\u2019m leaving London soon<\/a> so this is one of my 20 London stories <\/a>\u2013 a celebration of 20 years of my life here.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n

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A post shared by Sofia Gkiousou (@sofiagk)<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n