Sunday 16 January 2011

One Week Later


And so here I am, sat at my dining room table back at home, with a stupidly huge mug of (what was) coffee, out of a hot chocolate mug - I think they call these sorts of things, living on the edge?

It has been exactly a week now since my return to England, meaning exactly 12 days since I was enjoying my first day in the Big Apple; and the time since then has just been a blur of hours passing by.

Despite the depressing 'post-holiday blues', I feel that my New Year's self needs to take a positive spin on being away from a country which was so beautiful, so exciting and so ridiculously mind blowing, that it pains me to say I'm a resident of the UK. Pro number one: I am massively enjoying the fact that two layers is enough to leave the house in; and I am also sure that those who choose to spend their time with me are glad that I am (finally) complaining a lot less about how cold I am.

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