I’ve come back home! I’ve actually been home for a week but it has taken me some time to digest what that really means. After flying home last Sunday I needed a few days to adjust (back?) to my life here, to figure out how I feel about moving away from Bloomsbury and back home to a place that has seemed very distant while I was in London, a home in my periphery; It was still there, but just out of sight and out of my reach.
After London, the whole town seems so quiet and sleepy, it feels almost disturbingly boring, I have to admit, and the long rows of similar looking terrace houses look so tiny, like doll’s houses and the streets are eerily spacious and less frequented by driving cars, at least compared to streets such as Euston Road and Tottenham Court Road.