i miss england
I just found something that I wrote back in September, and it makes me miss England so much, but it also makes me so very happy that I had a chance to go back to England this spring.
i miss england. i miss birmingham. i miss flat 5. i miss working at my desk with tea biscuits and a cup of Twining’s fruit tea in my striped mug with the window wide open and the cool english air bathing me in fresh thoughts. i miss knowing that if i needed distraction, i lived with wonderful people that i could go to for serious, thoughtful, or hilarious conversations.
i miss the walk to Tesco. i miss going to Costcutter with Molly so that we could buy junk food we really didn’t need (Cadbury caramel eggs!). i miss those nights where we both were up until the wee hours of the morning. i miss planning adventures with her and Will and my other friends and flatmates. i miss the adventures that we had and even the ones we never got around to. i miss missing them—when they weren’t at the flat but i could hardly wait to see them again, knowing they’d be back soon. i miss our pizza nights and our curry nights. i miss going to the library for group revision sessions.
i miss those crowded evenings where we all attempted to cook our own dinners at the same time and the kitchen was full of references to Rachel’s crowded little corner. i miss making the quote wall, and quoting the quote wall, and trying to explain the quote wall to others as they gave us blank stares.
i miss walking along the canal. i miss discovering more things about our lovely city. i miss the accents and the different spellings. i miss the british attitude, the british weather, the british food.
i miss my life in england. i miss the colours, the smells, the sights, the moods. i miss the rivers and lakes, the hills and forests, the cozy villages and the sophisticated cities.
when i left england, i said it would never feel the same because i would never be able to call it home even when i came back for visits. well, england will never be the same, but i’ll never stop calling it home. when i return, it will be a new england, full of new colours, new smells, new sights, new moods. and i can’t wait to become a part of it.
I’m having a really tough week trying to sort out all of my paperwork from my year abroad (and also trying to fix the ceiling leak that destroyed my laptop and flooded my kitchen!), and at times it feels like I would have been better off if I had never gone over to England. No sooner do I think that, though, than I think of all the amazing times I had in Europe, and I know that no matter how hard the aftermath of my year abroad is, I don’t regret it at all.
As I wrote this post, I recalled many of the incredible times I had in Birmingham. I’m so grateful that I had the chance to call this place home.
When I look back at Birmingham–at those moments I really felt at home–I think of the cozy mornings I spent sipping tea at my favorite coffee shop. I smile at the thought of all the hours I spent in the Waterstone’s bookshop. And of course, even now that I’ve been back in the US for three months, not a day goes by that I don’t recall all of the wonderful times I had in Birmingham with my amazing friends.