it's hard to explain.
an overwhelming sense of heartsickness just hit me like a ton of bricks. i am at work; we have a night show and i was left to be the responsible one. i often take these opportunities to crank netscape radio's britpop station in the office and zone out.
i can't tell you what song it was, but i can tell you where i was the last time i heard it. gene maybe?one of those bands so uniquely british that you'd only ever hear them on a britpop station or in britain. more specifically blaring from the morning tv program playing in the basement of a london youth hostel whilst you're having your last meal in a country that is not your own, but feels like it should be.... maybe it was supposed to be, but something went awry... that feeling that you don't care that your wallet got stolen in some other part of the world and you're alone and penniless in this country, you want to stay until you've completely conquered it.
and when the song is over, you reluctantly grab your bags and make your way as slowly as possible to Victoria Station, just praying that maybe you'll miss that train.
and if you don't, there's something awfully nice waiting for you back home.
i heart the united kingdom.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
so titled by my beloved friend jerry. the not-so-much-a soap opera that is my life as i simultaneously embrace and attempt to avoid genuine adulthood
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