SOMETIME between the point when I got home from Europe and now I had a startling realization: I missed abroad, I didn’t miss abroad. The source of my internal conflict is, I imagine, all part of the post-abroad grieving process, a loneliness that can only be defined by the urge to drink tea at 2 PM and to fix this common cultural error: “
Watch *Mind the Gap.”
And while my longing for London haunts me like last night’s Domino’s, I can’t help but learn to appreciate a city of twice its capacity and twice its height – New York.
Growing up, I breathed the stench of the City as often as I could, visiting the Natural History Museum dozens of times. The first week of my trip abroad, I visited London’s rendition of the Museum of Science and immediately felt a pang of nostalgia for the quite frankly better version of the museum.
People who have been to New York but not London commonly blend the cities together in a sort of Royal-Anglo-Saxons-meet-WASPs-of-Wallstreet-mush. Yet London is to New York as Harrods is to pickles. I use this analogy only to accentuate what each city is lacking – London, good pickles and New York, a good Harrods.
And so, as a result, I miss London, I don’t miss London. And I certainly missed out on a few things as a result of being in London and not being in London.
Things I miss:
- Eating ice cream three times daily
- “This is the train to Cockfosters” and other British sayings
- Tasting Tuesdays at Whole Foods South Ken
- Pretending to care
- Queuing, generally
- Gordon’s Wine Bar, more generally
- Eurotrash clubs
Things I don’t miss:
- Asking for “less ice” in lieu of “light ice” at Starbucks
- Pretending to calculate the exchange rate
- Lugging 70 pounds of luggage across the continent
- Eurotrash clubs
Things I missed out on:
Important things, like:
- The Apple Watch
- The Election
And more important things, like:
- Caitlyn Jenner’s interview
- The season premiere of Game of Thrones at the Tower of London
- The royal baby’s birth, which is rude of Kate
- Various Snapchat updates that I don’t understand
And so, my summer shuttling from CT to NY to CT begins. While London has my heart, my soul, and my stomach, I will always have my roots on the other side of the pond.