I was recently in the V&A museum and, in a fit of pure nostalgia, decided to make the trek up to the fourth floor to visit the V&A/RIBA architecture room – something I don’t think I have done since I visited with my parents, coming up to London for the day especially, when I was considering applying to architecture school in the late 2000s. 

I have vivid memories of being completely overawed by the drawers of drawings and the beautiful models and my dad breezily declaring that with a bit of practice there was no reason why I couldn’t do that too.

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