I think if someone were to ask me right now what I wanted most in the world, I'd surprise myself. I wouldn't answer with graduation or summertime or college. I'd choose to go back to England. I miss stealing wifi from the Bombay Brassierie. I miss the weather; crisp and chilly, with the subtle promise of warmer days. I miss the museums, shops, tours, plays, and seemingly limitless activities any day, any time. I miss the colloquialisms, the style, the history, the majesty, the BBC, everything.
It's a deep seeded internal yearning to get back to London as quickly as I can. I don't know why. Especially now, so suddenly, with so much to do and not enough time before the end of high school. I'm tempted to try and pay my way along with Kathy sometime over the summer; realistically, that's not financially possible for an 18 year old with no job, but I suppose I can always hold out hope?