Homesick? Who, me?
I love it here. I really do. I miss my family and friends, of course, my UU congregation, my Renaissance choir, and certain aspects of life in the US (as well as products I can’t get in the UK, such as Neosporin ointment and Duke’s Mayonnaise). But I love the university. I love the charm of the accents, the castles, the priories, the old city centres… And I certainly don’t miss DC’s heat!
Every once in a while someone asks me if I ever get homesick. I generally say no, not really, except that I miss certain aspects.
Yesterday changed my answer. Last night, I wanted Fourth of July fireworks.
I’m not in love with any of the rest of the celebration: I detest pops music and all of the starry-eyed nationalistic talk that usually accompanies this holiday. Despite all its flaws, however, I love my country, and I wanted to celebrate its birthday by watching Fourth of July fireworks. I missed being where I had many choices of how to do that.
I had to settle for sparklers and Facebook. A friend from the States has been visiting for the past few days, and we went out and lit sparklers in my front garden. Then we came inside and she put on Simon and Garfunkel. This morning I scrolled through my FB friends’ posts about last night’s fireworks (some of which — the ones in California, eight hours behind the UK — were still going on when I got up), and felt nostalgic.
Now I’m back to my normal life in the UK. (After writing this post, that is.) I have an appointment this morning and an early train tomorrow, and although this coming week is for joy and renewal (I’ll be singing the music of my heart all week), I will take with me my laptop, a book or two, and a number of research papers. I will continue my inexorable progress toward my PhD.
At least, I hope it’s inexorable.