Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety Jig

Monday, March 14, 2011
I’m missing London again. I blame it on Dick Wolf . It’s his fault. If I hadn’t spent my weekend watching reruns of Law and Order: UK, I wouldn’t be feeling this longing, this emptiness inside me to return “home”. Not having any money and being too far in debt for my own good is preventing me from hoping on a plane and wandering the streets of London once more. I’m trying to be very adult and slowly pay off what I owe but the urge to just get up and go is almost too much to bear.

Law and Order: UK – how dare you instill this desire in me once more? You should know better than to film scenes in Trafalgar Square; or on the Millenium Bridge; or walking along the South Bank; you even filmed one scene in that park (Whitehall?) where I called mom while relaxing and enjoying the flowers. Do you have any idea what this does to me? Sheesh, next thing you know you’re going to be do an episode in Islington just to rub my nose in it!

It’s funny but when I talk about it with friends and coworkers, it’s not the big touristy places that I talk about. The memories that stand out most for me are the quaint homey feeling I had in my little part of Islington; the big red flowers in bloom as I walked to the Tube station each morning and passed on my way back each day; wandering around the tiny back streets with Milla near Embankment (I think?); the quaint neighbourhood shops; the joys of feeling like a local and having tourists ask ME for directions; popping into an M&S to pick up snacks on my way “home”; chilling with the *AsteReds and Homie; flying around the Kentish countryside, fearing for me life, along roads that are barely wider than the smallest car imaginable…

Having lunch with a coworker today, I tried to explain just how London made me feel. Sure, it was massive and crowded with locals and tourists alike, a far more hectic pace than I’m used to here in Edmonton. There’s something though about this city that seemed to welcome me the moment I stepped off the plane. I felt accepted, wanted, welcomed, a part of the whole teeming mess.

I felt . . . home.

4 comments:

Wandering Coyote said...

I get this. Totally. I have felt this way about a few places in my life...It's tough when finances prevent you from making dreams come true.

Kasia said...

Hang in there, slow and steady wins the race. I too am in craploads of debt and trying to be responsible.... so hard.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

There are some places that just immediately resonate home. Oddly enough, one of the places that did that for me was the other London, and I was fortunate enough to live there for 10 years. I still miss it.

Milla said...

Ahhhh the feeling of 'home'. I think I have felt that way in my village and in Norway, but I am not sure anymore, now that I am getting older...

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