A strange and familiar feeling is hitting me. It’s homesickness, and the reason it’s strange is because technically, I am home.
The best way to know a city is to visit it alone and figure out your way around and what you like or don’t like. I decided this when I went to Paris. It held true for London. My last full day of my three years in England was spent alone in this grand city. But even without anyone to explore with, I ended up packing in a lot of adventure into my precious few hours.
Siân and I got up bright and early with the goal of going shopping in London’s one and only Camden Market. We were there for hours.
My gosh, I’ve never felt so homesick in three years as I have in the past several hours. That’s a good thing. If there’s ever a time to wish you were home, it’s as you’re on your way there.
As I write this, it is 9:12pm and I am in Toronto.
Well that didn’t exactly go as planned. This post was supposed to go up yesterday, but the internet at my hostel was playing up so here we are, days behind schedule. No worries, we’ll catch up soon I’m sure.
Wednesday and Thursday I had a workshop thing until 4:30 both days, but I was planning to leave Winchester on Friday morning and there was still one thing left for me to do. My quest was to go to the top of the locally famous St. Catherine’s Hill.
My posts are going to be a tiny bit backlogged for the next few days because I’ve been insanely busy, but it should work out fine because I’ll be travelling all day Tuesday so I’ll schedule a post then and we’ll be caught up by the time I get home.
I went for one last visit to Winchester Cathedral, and saw it like I’ve never seen it before.
I found a castle today! Apparently I still haven’t discovered all of Winchester’s secrets.
On Saturday I went to Brighton for a friend’s birthday and it was great.
It was a bit of an overcast day, but let’s be real, this is England. Even though the word “bright” is literally in the name, they probably meant it metaphorically.
It’s officially tourist season in Winchester. There are school groups from France with maps and workbooks and retired people from North America wearing socks with sandals and their khaki bucket hats. It was a nice enough day and although I’ve been here for three years, I’ve got less than a month left so I figured, why not join them?