Maybe it’s my cold. Maybe it’s the the self imposed hermitage of this weekend. Maybe it’s the 30Rock viewing-fest. But I was missing my old life something tragic yesterday.
I miss office banter.
I miss being challenged intellectually.
I miss the thrill of achieving.
I miss meeting up with friends in the city after work for impromptu crazy nights.
I miss electricity that stays On.All.The.Time.
I miss cooking with a glass of good red wine.
I miss my gym.
I miss seeing my nephew growing up too fast.
I miss my sisters.
I miss my friends.
I miss quiet Saturday nights in after big Friday nights out.
I miss dancing in my kitchen.
I miss cheesy music.
I miss eye candy.
I miss flirting.
Does this mean I miss London? No, but I miss what London represents. And I miss the people. Well I miss MY people. Oh, and the men.
P.S. Feeling MUCH better today. Physically and otherwise.