Move back to London

I was born in London, I lived there for 16 years of my life, bbut then my dad lost his job. We moved to Michigan and lived there for 1 year until I hated it there. My parents said when I turned 18 I could move there again. But I couldn’t wait. One night when I was 17 I jumped out my window with everything! I caught a cab and made my way to the airport. I had only so much money and I bought my ticket. I arived there a 8am in the morning. I had no where to go or no money. I jumped out of my cab and stared at my old house. It was so pretty, the new owners had fixed it up a little. I went to my old mates house. I boared there for about a year. I completely lost touch with my parents. They were never a big part of my life anyway, so it was ok. Moving back was the smartest move of my life. I got a job at an fancy resturant and bought a house. I really really am having the time of my life. Weather or not I’m with my parents.

I’ve never felt as happy in the US as I did for the short time I lived in London, England.

I miss London.

I miss the culture, the worldliness of those around me, Pineapple dance school, theatre…

I will never have the opportunities in Melbourne, Australia as I do in London.

I will move to London by 1 August 2009 – 1 year to pay debt and get ready. Hopefully I can move with my company.

All I am doing is prolonging my dreams by staying in Australia.

i came back from London on February 14th. That’s right… i broke up with my favorite city on valentine’s day.

my only goal now is to save enough money and be in a place in my life where i can move back.

I MISS IT SO MUCH.

I miss:
-pints at the pub at 5 on fridays… and all the men in suits.
-public transportation
-PRET
-walking along the thames at night
-my best friend and her flat in islington
-sunday roasts
-the TEA AISLE at sainsburys

We weren’t helped by the poor state of the US property market, and our plans to buy a new flat before we got here turned out to be too ambitious. But we’re here. And we’ve got a nice rented place for a few months while we find our feet.

Oh, Paris is so beautiful and there are so many cultural things to do and bars and many eateries are open all night long (you can go for a knuckle of pork at 5 o’clock in the morning, how great isn’t that?!), but it’s not… London. I miss the big smoke more than I thought was possible. I miss Ken’s taxis and the trains that never work, I miss polite people and having a pint with my mates in the local pub. I miss the fact that there is such a thing as a local pub. Wherever you are, there’s always a pub around the corner, and even though I don’t go every day, there’s something great with a place that serve as a living room for the locals. Is there anything better than a guinness or a glass of red in front of the fire in your local on a cold sunday afternoon? I surprise myself by being so nostalgic!