England

The last several days, I’ve been very homesick for England.  I don’t know if it’s the time of year, the weather change or just simply needing a mental break from everything.  But there it is.  I miss London.  I left in February 2006 and while it was totally the right thing for my mental health at the time, I look back now and wish it had been different at the end. 

Things I miss include:

tea breaks

the bus

the train

the rain and wind

small cars

the walk up to Merrymeades

Finsbury Park

curry

digestives

the BBC

Eastenders

delivered groceries

the fruit stand

Portobello Road Market on Tuesdays

Laura

IOE

Zane and his clomp-clomp-clomping up the stairs (and Jack!)

challah at Jewish bakery on Blackstock and Seven Sisters Roads

Bonfire Night

Trafalgar Square on a bright, sunny day

Museums

UK-Y Girls’ Nights

Brit Pop

Eurovision Song Contest

Big Brother (Bah! I hated it and couldn’t stop watching it!)

Quiet walks in the country

Engish Heritage and National Trust Properties

pubs

my accent

Edward

Oxford Street at Christmas Time

Wearing my coat and scarf

the bathtub in my flat at Finsbury Park

Radio 1

 

I could go on but you get the idea.