Staying at the Soho House Holloway

That was the first time I stayed in a Soho House, and it was wonderful. These days, I'm used to getting the side eye, or outright discomfort from people. At the House Holloway, I was either ignored as not relevant to what they were doing, or approached with care and, or, curiosity. I felt actually seen there. I'd love to, one day, become a full member but just being able to visit a house when I travel is enough of a blessing. I can't wait to get back there on the 10th!

If you have a creative streak (Kym and Barclay) I wholeheartedly recommend visiting one as a Friend. I suspect you will have a blast. I wrote ‘The House’ about my initial experiences walking in.

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