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.
Things That I Shall Do While I Am in England
- Drink all of their tea.
- Walk along Birmingham’s canals.
- Watch Doctor Who.
- Get caught in the rain.
- Try my hardest not to fake my friends’ accents.
- Drink more tea.
- Wander through the city centre.
- Go shopping at the markets.
- Use as much British slang as my heart desires.
- Watch a sunset.
- Watch a sunrise.
- Have a picnic in the countryside.
- Go on adventures.
- Stay up all night with my friends, just catching up on each others’ lives.
- Smile all the time.
- Call cookies “biscuits” and use the letter u to spell words like favourite and colour.
- Eat English chocoloate and millionaire shortbread and treacle tart and scones and crumpets.
- Spend every possible moment with my friends.
- Have a nice (vegetarian) English breakfast.
- Savour every second, every raindrop, every breath of fresh English air.
It’s going to be amazing! My flight takes off tonight at 7:45 Eastern time, and I already am sick with excitement! #flygraine