homesick... again... still!

I've just come back from my London weekend. It was mostly sunny and one thing I noticed was the morning sunshine, that wakes you up gently. That just doesn't exist in Zurich. Here, it's just dark, all day, I fear maybe even all winter long. When I woke up in Greenhithe on Friday morning it was one of those typical Kentish winter mornings, crisp and cold but sunny and bright. A very warm welcome to the start of the weekend. I went into town and I was staying at the Hilton at Tower Bridge for the rest of the weekend. So far, it has been the best hotel I stayed at in London. I had a room with absolute peace and quiet and even managed to sleep in til midday, which is btw half a miracle in London. I met some friends, went shopping for a bit. I spent half a fortune in Accessorize. Had lots of two and three course meals and a decent amount to drink as well. It was good to see some of the folks again, but it was even harder to leave yesterday, knowing I won't be back until mid January for the Billy Connolly gig.

Now I'm pretty homesick. From the minute we landed I just wanted to go back. Arriving at my flat with my noisy neighbour upstairs who kept me awake until early morning just didn't help either. He apologized when I knocked at his door just past midnight, but it didn't help much. You can hear everything in this flat. I can't wait to get out of it. It was a stupid idea in the first place and I should have taken the nice, quiet and sunny flat in Nordstrasse, which I didn't take because I thought I was moving together with someone and it would be too small. Great thinking. Ah well, now I'm stuck with this shitty little dark noisy flat. Only bonus is, it's very close to everything. Still, if you can't sleep at night because it's noisy and you won't wake up in the morning because it's just not getting bright, that's when you seriously need to consider moving again. Yes, I have moved three times already in the last three months, but I can't help it. Earplugs don't work, white noise don't work, lots of booze doesn't work... you still hear every fart he makes upstairs and next door.

Ah well, rant over, back to work...