There's a weird nostalgia for me connected to Britain that I can't describe very well to anyone who doesn't understand growing up in England and living in the US. Though the language is the same in the countries, the culture is undeniably different.
It's not big things and not the things you'd assume: though I miss certain food items it's not nostalgic and though I get homesick for family, there are still phones. I guess it's the simplicity. The feeling of peace while we used to drive to my Nana's house every Sunday morning. Lazy Sundays driving around with my mum and dad. Salad sandwiches at Kirkstall Abby with Becks. Just lying with my dog on the swing outside, watching the day go by.
I can have these amazing experiences in NYC like clubbing until it's light outside, or margaritas on a Sunday, or brunch in a 3 starred Michelin restaurant. But in New York, things are always complicated. There always a dark cloud. Maybe it is the family thing, cos in Britain, there's always a silver lining, and no matter how bad things are going I can go and sit at home with my family and have a cup of sweet tea, and everything just feels better.
I have to wait til home to have a pet again now since I just took Cream to her new home. All that is left to do is cash two checks, cancel cable and phone, junk my apartment, give in my keys, pack & close my bank account. Who thought moving country would be this easy???
