feeling [reverse] homesickness

It just randomly hit me today. I don't know, maybe it was because I was exhausted, cranky, sleep deprived, whatever...I suddenly got very sad as I was sitting on the bus back from the post office. It didn't help that the bus driver bitched at me for not having my ID card. Rather than sitting on that bus, I wished I was back in my teeny tiny room in flat 1 with the teeny tiny window where I used to be able to hear laughter, drunken talking/singing, at 4am. I miss that. It doesn't sound appealing but I realized that it lulled me to sleep many a night. It's always the little stuff that hits you the hardest I think. Small things that you don't register until it's too late.

Isn't it amazing how hearing a song can instantly take you back to a specific feeling, place, or moment in time? I'm listening to Bat For Lashes again and "Glass" is the opening track. The opening bit brings me back to so many moments of the past three months, particularly traveling. I listened "Two Suns" every single time I rode the bus to London and the times I rode to bus to Paris. Listening to the song takes me back to sitting on a National Express bus, with the English "countryside" or the French suburbs whizzing past. I think I'll always associate this song and album with traveling on the bus. I wish I could end this paragraph nicely but I don't want to get overly cheesy in this already fairly emo post so I'll leave it at that.

Props to Edgar Wright for having it in his top 30 tracks of 2009! Along with "Lizstomania"! ["Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix" was also constantly played on my trips].

I promise to do a photo dump really soon

but for now, here's one that I like

99% structure, 1% head. Just you can see how truly colossal the Colisseum is.

what

I am back in the US. I have been back for two weeks and it's still surreal. Sometimes the past three months seem like a dream.

"Really? Did all of that really happen?"

It's all a blur. I really need to document all of it in this blog before I forget every little detail. I don't want to forget everything. Sometimes I get moments where I really miss Norwich, UEA, Orwell Close. I think this is what they call "reverse homesickness."

Good way of clinging onto the UK: trashy pop music.