I miss London
Plain and simple: I miss London. I miss being able to walk across the street and wander through Hyde Park. I miss being able to take the bus into Piccadilly Circus and pretend that I'm going to run into Daniel Radcliffe or Richard Griffiths as they go to their call for Equus. I miss seeing almost every single Harry Potter actor in a show and that surreal feeling that they're not on screen, they are right in front of me. I miss mini ice creams at interval. I miss knowing that I could walk from Westminster to Covent Garden and not feel tired. I miss knowing that I was in one of the largest cities of the world, but was able to wander around it with no worries. I miss traveling out of the city for two or three days to Stonehenge, Bath, and Stratford. I miss walking across the bridge to the National and seeing the most beautiful skyline in the world. I miss having the world at my disposal. I miss the Tube. I miss the cheap Sainsbury's food. I miss the drinking age of 18. I miss going out to the pubs with awesome friends. I miss the walk from the Gloucester Road tube station to the hostel. I miss meeting people from all over the world. I miss seeing shows. I miss my second home.
I've been back less than a month and a half and already I want to go back. I'm more than slightly homesick for London, as evidenced by the above paragraph. I miss the city and the people more than I thought I would. It was like I was home. I'm so bored here. There's nothing exciting anymore. I'm sure I could go back to London, years from now, and still be absolutely in love with it. Something just clicked. I've always wanted to go and when I finally got the chance, I jumped at it and took nothing for granted (I hope). I experienced the best two months of my life and I want to do it all over again. I want to go back.
I've been back less than a month and a half and already I want to go back. I'm more than slightly homesick for London, as evidenced by the above paragraph. I miss the city and the people more than I thought I would. It was like I was home. I'm so bored here. There's nothing exciting anymore. I'm sure I could go back to London, years from now, and still be absolutely in love with it. Something just clicked. I've always wanted to go and when I finally got the chance, I jumped at it and took nothing for granted (I hope). I experienced the best two months of my life and I want to do it all over again. I want to go back.