wildcard_47: (tardis lust)
Today I realized how much I miss London.

It's been a week and a day since I left, and I am already missing it more than I ever thought possible. Not that I didn't love seeing all of my amazing friends again, or my family -- I really did -- but I'm at the point where I just want to take you all back overseas with me, so we can keep living happily in England.

I think this homesickness came up because of the weather. Today was sunny, with periods of cloudiness, driving rain, and maybe even a little hail. That just screams 'London weather' to me, with a capital L. I spent days and weeks watching those little spurts of weather occur, right outside our flat window. It's why I carry an umbrella with me constantly now. It's why I always have my coat and hat at the ready -- because you never can be too careful.

The homesickness is driving me crazy, though. I mean, it's not as if I'm unhappy being back in NC -- it's lovely -- but I miss the city. It's alive in a way that seemed impossible on first glance. I miss being less than five minutes away from an adventure. I miss walking everywhere, to theatres and parks and museums. There's a hustle to cities, especially London, that I find really comforting nowadays. Without warning, that atmosphere is now completely absent from my life. For example, today I drove to Boone, thinking that I could spend two easy hours in town before I went to work - by hanging out at the local park, or wandering around the mall. Thirty minutes later, most of which was spent reading in my car in the pouring rain, I couldn't stand it -- I actually drove back to my house.

This whole thing is slightly freaking me out. What I want is something which doesn't exist for me here. I can drink tea until my brain swims in it, but today it feels like London, and all my time there, is slipping through my fingers. It feels as if I'm forgetting something which has been omnipresent in my life for nearly four months. I don't like that feeling.

Anyway. I'm sure you don't want to read my whinging, as it's pretty paltry stuff. But if I seem a little distant or snappy (for those of you who encounter me in RL), this is probably the reason. Sigh.
wildcard_47: (tardis lust)
Today I realized how much I miss London.

It's been a week and a day since I left, and I am already missing it more than I ever thought possible. Not that I didn't love seeing all of my amazing friends again, or my family -- I really did -- but I'm at the point where I just want to take you all back overseas with me, so we can keep living happily in England.

I think this homesickness came up because of the weather. Today was sunny, with periods of cloudiness, driving rain, and maybe even a little hail. That just screams 'London weather' to me, with a capital L. I spent days and weeks watching those little spurts of weather occur, right outside our flat window. It's why I carry an umbrella with me constantly now. It's why I always have my coat and hat at the ready -- because you never can be too careful.

The homesickness is driving me crazy, though. I mean, it's not as if I'm unhappy being back in NC -- it's lovely -- but I miss the city. It's alive in a way that seemed impossible on first glance. I miss being less than five minutes away from an adventure. I miss walking everywhere, to theatres and parks and museums. There's a hustle to cities, especially London, that I find really comforting nowadays. Without warning, that atmosphere is now completely absent from my life. For example, today I drove to Boone, thinking that I could spend two easy hours in town before I went to work - by hanging out at the local park, or wandering around the mall. Thirty minutes later, most of which was spent reading in my car in the pouring rain, I couldn't stand it -- I actually drove back to my house.

This whole thing is slightly freaking me out. What I want is something which doesn't exist for me here. I can drink tea until my brain swims in it, but today it feels like London, and all my time there, is slipping through my fingers. It feels as if I'm forgetting something which has been omnipresent in my life for nearly four months. I don't like that feeling.

Anyway. I'm sure you don't want to read my whinging, as it's pretty paltry stuff. But if I seem a little distant or snappy (for those of you who encounter me in RL), this is probably the reason. Sigh.
wildcard_47: (tardis lust)
As I was walking home from the National Theatre last night, I saw the London Eye in the distance and decided to meander over to the Thames, just for a little while. It was only 9:45, after all, and the play I'd seen (The Year of Magical Thinking, with Vanessa Redgrave -- it's brilliant, go Google it) had gotten out earlier than expected. Ironically, I wasn't afraid to walk alone -- it barely crossed my mind to be nervous. London's a relatively safe city, and I knew exactly where I was -- a nighttime stroll seemed like a lovely idea.

So, decision made, I strolled down Belvedere Lane, my goal in sight.  I ended up just near Westminster Bridge, and stood by the side of the Thames, soaking it all in, bathed in the soft blue and white glow of the Eye. I could smell a tang of salt in the air every time a breeze drifted over the river. The moon -- hanging hazily in the background -- reminded me of all those rainy days we'd had in the winter.

And then, I looked over to the Houses of Parliament. Those stately, beautiful buildings. In the distance, the white towers of Westminster Abbey were just visible. The whole scene was representative of thousands of years of history and democracy and progress to me. I just couldn't stop staring at them. Pictures on a postcard, hurried snapshots -- nothing can capture just how gorgeous those buildings truly are.

All of a sudden, Big Ben began to chime the hour. Everybody knows what that sounds like, at least in theory -- we've heard it a dozen times in movie scenes, soundtracks, et cetera. But being there in person, hearing that beautiful, deep timbre ring out across the water -- it was amazing. I stood there for twenty minutes afterward and just stared over the river, wondering when I'll ever be able to see it again. It made me realize just how much I'm going to miss this city when I'm gone. After all, it's only two more days until I leave.

So, if I continue to get nostalgic in the next few days, forgive me. :) It's just my way of bidding this city goodbye.
wildcard_47: (tardis lust)
As I was walking home from the National Theatre last night, I saw the London Eye in the distance and decided to meander over to the Thames, just for a little while. It was only 9:45, after all, and the play I'd seen (The Year of Magical Thinking, with Vanessa Redgrave -- it's brilliant, go Google it) had gotten out earlier than expected. Ironically, I wasn't afraid to walk alone -- it barely crossed my mind to be nervous. London's a relatively safe city, and I knew exactly where I was -- a nighttime stroll seemed like a lovely idea.

So, decision made, I strolled down Belvedere Lane, my goal in sight.  I ended up just near Westminster Bridge, and stood by the side of the Thames, soaking it all in, bathed in the soft blue and white glow of the Eye. I could smell a tang of salt in the air every time a breeze drifted over the river. The moon -- hanging hazily in the background -- reminded me of all those rainy days we'd had in the winter.

And then, I looked over to the Houses of Parliament. Those stately, beautiful buildings. In the distance, the white towers of Westminster Abbey were just visible. The whole scene was representative of thousands of years of history and democracy and progress to me. I just couldn't stop staring at them. Pictures on a postcard, hurried snapshots -- nothing can capture just how gorgeous those buildings truly are.

All of a sudden, Big Ben began to chime the hour. Everybody knows what that sounds like, at least in theory -- we've heard it a dozen times in movie scenes, soundtracks, et cetera. But being there in person, hearing that beautiful, deep timbre ring out across the water -- it was amazing. I stood there for twenty minutes afterward and just stared over the river, wondering when I'll ever be able to see it again. It made me realize just how much I'm going to miss this city when I'm gone. After all, it's only two more days until I leave.

So, if I continue to get nostalgic in the next few days, forgive me. :) It's just my way of bidding this city goodbye.

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