My name is Noelle and I am a Londonaholic (hi, Noelle). I landed here, bright eyed and bushy tailed three years ago. After 15 years of annual visits, I figured it was time to make it official. I had such grand plans for my life. But then the trouble began: I became freakishly addicted to London.

It started with innocent strolls through the city. At first I was ok seeing the big stuff, the famous stuff, the…ok, yes…touristy stuff. But that quickly got old. I knew there was more if I could just dig deeper, walk longer, explore harder.

So I put maps up in my room and began a quest to find it all. Everything. All that London has to offer. I marked off every street, passage, mews, alley and path I walked down (still do) and when I had any time to spare, I went anywhere that was blank on my map. Then I set a goal of walking all the streets in the congestion zone. Every one of them. I just couldn’t get enough.

My friends and family grew worried. It seemed the only thing I cared about was getting more Lon... [More]