After all the complaints about how hot it's been here lately yesterday we were graced with a cool, overcast day. There was a lovely breeze about the place and I was taken back to when I lived in London and saw mainly grey skies each day. And for the first time in months and months I realised that I still missed London.
I'm not sure why.
Most of my non-English friends have returned home with my last close friend arriving this coming Thursday. I've rebuilt a happy life here now. I have good friends, my family are thankfully healthy, I have an income (at least for the next year), I'm about to finish my PR degree, That Southern Boy and I are to be married, I have special events to look forward to here...but at the end of the day I still miss my London life.
I miss living in a big, bustling city.
I miss living in a city that allows me to travel regularly.
I want to go somewhere on the train or the tube.
I want to go to art galleries such as the Tate Britain in Millbank after work.
I need a decent curry .
I feel like spending a lazy Sunday at these markets.
I want to catch a glimpse of Banksy through a bus window.
At the end of the day though I'm still glad I decided to return to Australia in 2007. Family will always come first. I'm so happy that I have a healthy one.