Things I Miss About My Home in England

The special needs group in the building across from mine and their whole-hearted Karaoke singing every Saturday.

Being able to get lovely dinners and desserts at Marks and Spencer’s.

The guy who was always blasting Status Quo as he drove around town in a little blue car.

The daily market selling everything from fresh fruit to antique jewellery.

Feeling like a true Londoner every time I took the Tube and ended up where I wanted to be.

My cute little British students with their polite manners and smart uniforms.

Street musicians of all varieties that made the shopping street feel like a party.

Hearing a variety of British accents everyday and loving each one.

Walking past beautiful historic buildings on cobbled streets every day.

That one particular street musician who, without meaning to, made every song sound like a threat. (I’ll never listen to Dreadlock Holiday the same way again. “You better run! You better take cover!”)

Being able to take the train and watch the countryside roll on by.

Going to the Theatre and visiting Museums regularly.

Walking through the streets of London.