It's weird what you miss. I didn't think I'd miss anything, I knew I wouldn't miss anybody - that's too much emotional efort and I've wasted too much time of my life on missing people already, I don't want to continue. I knew I'd miss my Mother though, I don't yet but I will in a couple of weeks perhaps and I feel bad saying that because know she misses me but I just don't miss people, period - she's the only potential exception to that rule. I guess I miss my cats too in a way, I'm with them 95% of the time I'm at home. They're gorgeous, fluffy, warm, they have the most relaxing purrs, they're good company, the perfect size, they always know my mood - they really are the best companions. My Mother and my cats, that's it.
I miss objects that I never I thought I would, things that never crossed my mind that I would miss. Things like low ceilings, bacon (my cousins are vegetarians), fry ups, I miss being able to walk everywhere, Jack Daniels, my jobs and working, chicken, the gym English adverts (they're very eccentric here, over the top), our bath tub, driving on the left, British accents (all of them), Dave (the channel), our record player, Orion (I can't find him here), Cadbury's (chocolate here is far too sugary), insults (American insults are limited and kind of suck, never wanted to call someone a twat this badly before, or a wanker but no dice), the colours of our money, Aquafresh, terracec housing.
I'll admit, it's an odd list of things and I've probably missed out a bunch but you get the picture. I used to think I hated England and everything about it and it's now that I haven't been there for five weeks that I'm starting to realise how decent it is. I mean, I love America, but England it something special. I guess my point is you should appreciate what you have while you have it and you shouldn't take anything for granted. Yawn, cliché - I know right but seriously, people would tell me I'd miss England and I never believed them because, in al honesty, it is pretty shit. But that's it. I miss its shitness, and how it wears that fact with pride. The Brits are those that say, 'yes, it's a shithole, but it's our shithole and I dare you to say something'. It's not that I can't wait to get back to England becaise I can, but when I get there I will be pleased and I will appreciate everything a lot more than I did when I left.
I'll admit, it's an odd list of things and I've probably missed out a bunch but you get the picture. I used to think I hated England and everything about it and it's now that I haven't been there for five weeks that I'm starting to realise how decent it is. I mean, I love America, but England it something special. I guess my point is you should appreciate what you have while you have it and you shouldn't take anything for granted. Yawn, cliché - I know right but seriously, people would tell me I'd miss England and I never believed them because, in al honesty, it is pretty shit. But that's it. I miss its shitness, and how it wears that fact with pride. The Brits are those that say, 'yes, it's a shithole, but it's our shithole and I dare you to say something'. It's not that I can't wait to get back to England becaise I can, but when I get there I will be pleased and I will appreciate everything a lot more than I did when I left.
Oh, and jeans. I really fucking miss wearing jeans.
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