Two Steps Back

"how is life on the better side of the pond???? you miss London at all?"

What a question... Life is good over here. I get to eat good food on a daily basis, I have a bed that doesn't attempt to dislodge my 5th & 6th vertebrae, and I can casually lock my bike without fear of theft. Very close to my parent's house, I have a fully loaded gym where I can reclaim a year of lost strength training and perhaps most importantly, I can sing track #3 in my car at the top of my lungs without fear of retaliation. As I said, life is good.

Concerning London, I would be remiss to say that I don't miss that riparian metropolis. I think I just needed some time back home to recharge. I liked the fact that I could hop onto one of the buses full of degenerates and stroll the downtown streets of antiquity within 20 minutes. I like the fact that I know every landmark scene that the movies use from London. I miss walking the span of the millennium bridge. I miss seeing the hubris of St. Paul's cathedral as it contests with the gods for reverence. I miss absorbing vitamin D (and P!) with friends at Clissold park or gallivanting the wayward streets in search of a good pub to spend our money. I also miss having my own place, my own leasehold, my own terms.

But for once, I can say that I've had no regrets in London. I've lived and breathed a foreign country for a year, and I've come to love the US that much more for it. I've come back to a place where citizens acknowledge that it is their civic duty to question and challenge their leaders. I'm back in a place where wealth and entrepreneurial zest are admirable, not castigated and viewed as a source of tax revenue. I'm back in the first modern republic.

I will go back to London, but not yet!