Berkeley, Sept. 5

This time a year ago, I was on vacation in the UK, specifically Edinburgh, the Highlands, then London. It may prove to be the last solo trip I ever take, sans work travel, and thanks to Facebook’s memory feature I’ve been reminded of this fact and have been spending my days in nostalgic reverie.

It’s one of the places, if not the place, that I feel happiest. My spirits soar. I’m smitten, even a decade after my first visit to the UK, with the history and terrain, the cheeky sense of humor and the slang, the quirky food stuffs and proper tea. The dial tone, the Queen’s English, Sipsmith gin, Bank Holidays, Christmas specials, Mumford and Sons and Oasis, Barbour and tweed, the Peak District, popping out to the pub for a pint (or three), Graham Norton, Cadbury Dairy Milk…hell, even the dreary weather can be romantic with the right mindset.

Since my first visit all those years ago, I’ve kept a porcelain clock on my nightstand on London time, changed my cell phone to the 24-hour clock, visited countless duty frees for that Cadbury Dairy milk (it really is better than what they make here), and am now addicted to the British house-hunting show Escape to the Country (on Amazon Prime).

But, I wonder how much all of these sentiments would wane if I ever were more than a visitor. I wonder how much of the magic would shift if the banalities of the day-to-day were to creep into my Anglophile dreams, as surely they would. No matter where you are, there’s always the grocery shopping to be done, the dishes (or washing up as they say), the rush hour crowds on the train and traffic in the street.

All this to say, it’s apparent to me that there are niceties here in the US for which I take for granted…properly-sized stoves (and kitchens overall), ice in sodas, the all-American road trip, hot dogs with ketchup, March Madness, even the unjudgey culture in which “Dude!” and “Awesome!” are accepted in casual conversation.

I’m just another soul whose heart wants what it cannot have; given over to my continued nostalgia. I’m a realist and know that I long for a thing that can never be.

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