It's amazing how what is supposed to be a wonderful weekend away, in the winter (away from the desert) learning to ski, turns into desperate sadness and longing for England.
How do these things happen?
Thinking about how our friends across the pond spend their winters visiting various ski resorts, enjoying the vast magnificence of snow covered mountains. Oh the awe of it all. We miss those friends, and the loneliness that is our existence here in the states starts to set in. We never feel truly ourselves until step foot back on British soil. To land at Heathrow and enter the Tube makes me feel as though I can breathe again. I am comfortable (in the land of the uptight British, so strange). Tea is the solution to every ill. Breakfast is a delicious affair. Markets and local purveyors are common and normal. A break for tea is expected. Stores close early. Work is a means to an end. Beauty is everywhere in a land with the National Trust owns nearly everything.
Oh to be home again.
i know how you feel. Now I miss both Canada (my home) and the UK (my other home). I am a dual citizen as my husband is British and I was born in Canada. I feel more at home in the UK than elsewhere.
ReplyDeleteHaving said that, are there things in the US that you enjoy returning to when you come back from abroad? I found that when I take trips away from Hong Kong there are things I look forward to about coming "home" to HK. For example, the efficient and cheap taxis, and how close everything else.