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Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
Nov. 25th, 2007 10:08 pmMe and my shiner survived the weekend in London, and I had a a lot of fun with my school friend. We went to some bars and then a wine and cheese thing that was very grown up and sophisticated, until an obscene quantity of wine was consumed (them, not me) and then it was far more normal. I've got a lot of love for quality time with old friends - there's such a lot of affection and trust, and we just ribbed each other and shared news and advice and complaints. I once spent six months travelling with her, and we were together 24/7 the entire time, so she probably knows me better than anyone. I really ought to get down there more often.
I listened to podfic for the drive home and have been writerly all evening - 2000 words, which is a lot for me and feels great. It sucks a bit to be back here, though. Whenever I go home to London I remember how much I love it down there. I always feel a bit stifled when I come back here, where I live in suburbia with my business partner and her boyfriend... both of whom I adore, but I do sometimes want to throttle them and their happily-settled-together-in-love-ness, all certain opinions and throwaway assertions about my hometown. Which probably only annoy me because they're right, but it's like anything close to me - only I get to critique it, and when others do I get bloody-minded and defend it to the bitter end. But my life here is good and I'm just nitpicking. And one day I'll have made enough money from my burgeoning property empire to be able to move back to London... where I'll probably get fed up of the pace of life within about a month and wish for Nottingham again.
Hmm. Well. I left John and Rodney in the middle of an argument, so I'm gonna get back to that and figure out why they don't actually end it with a punch, because that's sort of where they're heading so far...
I listened to podfic for the drive home and have been writerly all evening - 2000 words, which is a lot for me and feels great. It sucks a bit to be back here, though. Whenever I go home to London I remember how much I love it down there. I always feel a bit stifled when I come back here, where I live in suburbia with my business partner and her boyfriend... both of whom I adore, but I do sometimes want to throttle them and their happily-settled-together-in-love-ness, all certain opinions and throwaway assertions about my hometown. Which probably only annoy me because they're right, but it's like anything close to me - only I get to critique it, and when others do I get bloody-minded and defend it to the bitter end. But my life here is good and I'm just nitpicking. And one day I'll have made enough money from my burgeoning property empire to be able to move back to London... where I'll probably get fed up of the pace of life within about a month and wish for Nottingham again.
Hmm. Well. I left John and Rodney in the middle of an argument, so I'm gonna get back to that and figure out why they don't actually end it with a punch, because that's sort of where they're heading so far...
