
Back in DE now, and tired from the trip.
Coming back into my apartment was a strange sensation. Everything looked somewhat familiar, but I felt as though it belonged to someone else: like this was a place I'd stayed in before, but it wasn't mine. I take this as a sign that I'm not really feeling at home in DE yet.
But the weather this morning is actually quite pleasant: humid, yes, but just the right temperature for breakfast on my deck. The cicadas are also a pleasant rediscovery: I didn't grow up with them, so they always sound exotic to me. I like the fact that their noise rises and falls with the wind: I imagine them as little insect rollercoaster enthusiasts, putting their arms up when the wind comes and shouting "WHEEE!"
So: thoughts on Britain.
I'm going to miss the chocolate. And the black pudding. And the random TV shows, and the sheer History of Everything. I won't miss the Toilets that Never Flush, or the grime of some of the cities, or the lack of Paneras & good salads.
This really was a wonderful experience, and I'm so glad I had it. I'm in love with London, and I want to go back and live there again -- not forever, but for a while. And I want to see my EuroClarion peeps again, so you guys better come out here. :P