Not in England anymore

I realized yesterday, while reading news from the BBC, that I'm not mentally in England anymore.

How to explain it... For a long time I had it all in my head, the roads, the shops, the people, they all were homely and familiar to me, more so than anything here. Yesterday I started reading about Gordon Brown's budget when it suddenly came to me that I didn't care, and that it didn't have any affect on me. While falling asleep last night half awake, half asleep, and I was leaving Portsmouth driving from M275 to M27 - something I used to do daily for over a year - and I couldn't remember what the road looked like. I was kind of startled by it: I remembered filling up on the petrol station in Portsmouth that I always used, remembered driving off to the motorway, but I had no recollection about what the junction looked like.

It's kinda sad. I still tell people when they ask how much I loved living in England - but I don't feel it anymore... something's gone.

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