I come from the land Down Under
TUBE TALK | London: I’m coming for you. But Australia, I will always call you home.
ONE month, 16 days, 22 hours, 30 minutes anddddddd … 43 seconds left until I am back in the UK, but who’s counting?
After only living in London for a short six months, a rejuvenating holiday back to my hometown of Sydney is a nice reminder of why I will always call Australia home. I’ve been home for just over a month, and it already feels like I never left.
Once I finally recovered from the jetlag, which – mind you – only happened about one week ago, I was able to rediscover all the things I missed whilst being away. Although living in London meant I was lucky enough to see my European family on regular trips to the continent, there is nothing like coming home to your immediate Aussie family.
Living in London, our friends become our family, which makes you realise the importance of your close friends from home. Meeting my group at the airport was like being right back at the running of the bulls. We were the bulls and everyone else had to get out of our way.
Despite having downloaded a countdown App on my IPhone to herald my return to the UK, I have still managed to enjoy my brief trip home. It’s been made easy with weddings, birthdays and my mummas 50th being amongst the many occasions which I am lucky to be involved in whilst here. Really, my return has been just like Oktoberfest with non-stop parties all around.
Despite the sunshine and the socialising, there are still many things I miss about London. Most importantly, I miss my very loyal partner- the Tube! There have been moments of panic where I reach for my Oyster card, only to remember it is safe, in the top drawer … of my bedside table … in my room … in London. Phew.
I miss seeing my boyfriend every day and I’m pretty sure my friends and family now know everything there is to know about him I speak of him so often.
I miss Primarni (Primark) where I can get a whole outfit for less than 15 pounds. I miss having a Pret on every corner to supply me with my daily egg and cress. I miss going to the pub after work for a pint or ten. I miss zipping off to another country every weekend, although I don’t miss making sure my carry-on meets Ryan Air size regulations.
London: I’m coming for you. But Australia, I will always call you home.
What do you miss about the UK when you return home for a holiday?