|...and someone else feels your strong embrace...
||[Apr. 17th, 2006|02:42 am]
|||||the corrs - no good||]|
i'll be honest. there are times when I miss england terribly and i would give anything in the world to go back to my old house, my old friends, my old routines.
i know it's not the same now. i know that.
nevertheless i miss the tube stop with the stupid lady saying "mind the gap"
i miss my old friends and how stupid we were
janets barn house where we would hang out
the myriad of fieldtrips
the people at my dad's work whom i loved
the sights, the excitement, the general enthusiam of the people around me to do something with their lives
i thought that we would be friends forever. i keep in contact with None of them. not one. i have no idea where they are, how they are, what they did with their lives. and they were my best friends.
our tiny kitchen. and the willow tree
i forget about it so much sometimes it feels like a dream. an insane misty dream. if i didn't have so many pictures and scraps i would dismiss it as lunacy. other times i forget i moved and i feel like i stil live there and i will wake up to my green backyard and walk downstairs to watch horrible british tele.
will i ever go back?
does it even matter?