A tiny island I recently found on the river.Hey folks,
phew, it has been a rough week... But yesterday was the final day of my maths course - I thought it would never end.
I'm very happy because suddenly summer went and atumn came. A few days ago it was raining heavily and I was walking to university in my new trenchcoat, listening to Kate Rusby and I suddenly felt so
homesick, homesick for England... God, how I miss my island. I haven't been there in more than a year and I miss the weather, the people, the smell, the pubs, the food... I miss how being at home feels. It's such a wonderful feeling. I never really felt like being Swiss, I don't like this country and the city I live in is about the only nice place here. But still, in my heart it's not my home. And when I first went to England - it was an amazing feeling. Somehow so comfortable and just right.
I know I said I'd give up on England, but I just can't. Yesterday (well, more likely today) I went to two pubs with some friends, and it looked so very authentic in there, so I have some tiny spaces of good old England here which makes feel kind of safe until I visit Dear Old Blighty again.
But I guess I won't be able to go back in the next couple of months, so I'll have to continue living with my heart in England and my body here...
If you'd like to feel a little of my longing for the United Kingdom too, why don't you try listening to The Cranberries (or just Dolores O'Riordan), Amy Macdonald, Kate Rusby, Black Box Recorder (my favourite band!) or Sandi Thom.
Now I'll be off dancing in the rain and dreaming about green hills, white cliffs and windy sea shores.
Love,
Nora