Log in

No account? Create an account
...and someone else feels your strong embrace... - Confessions of the Girl Anachronism [entries|archive|friends|userinfo]
June Allyson

[ userinfo | livejournal userinfo ]
[ archive | journal archive ]

...and someone else feels your strong embrace... [Apr. 17th, 2006|02:42 am]
June Allyson
[Current Location |Home.]
[mood |nostalgicnostalgic]
[music |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 accents

the music

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?