Confused? I am

I’ve been in the US now for getting on 6 years. For most of it, I’ve had very little contact with people back in England and while I think I’ve probably passed the age where I’ll pick up an accent, I’m certainly less English than I was 6 years ago. I’m in the process of applying for my permanent work visa and I’m 37; mid-life looms and I have to choose a continent. And right there is where suddenly I discover facebook and old friends I haven’t heard from in anywhere upto 18 years suddenly get back in touch covering my life from Grimsby to London.

On the one hand, there’s an ounce of smugness – talking to people who laughed at my fascination with people using computers to communicate … over the internet; and most of them immersed in the whole facebook/myspace/etc stuff beyond my comprehension.

Then there are the good friends I shame myself by not having kept in touch with – Simon, Alistair, Tony, Tracey, Joanne. I’m very good at making friends but I’m lousy lousy at being a friend long distance.

And then I find myself talking Grimsby with people I knew 20 years ago back at school, find myself using words like “lass” that I probably haven’t said in 15 years… And things get a bit woozy. Suddenly I’m having the most lucid memory of my life: (Dad, skip this paragraph, eh?) looking up at the Mr Head, the German teacher, unable to lift my head off the desk, the room swimming, and the resulting bewilderment by all my classmates as it dawned on them I was smashed out of my head. They had a really hard time believing that not only had I been to a wild party, but the parties were actually happening at my place :)

Home made brandy… That was the poison. One of the guys brought it and we drank it out of little glass cereal bowls; there was an impression of one of the bowls on my night-stand where it took off, or at least weakened the white paint. It smelled like grape juice so I knocked it back and it knocked me back and out not really regaining full consciousness until Mr Head was demanding to know what was up with me…

I guess what’s confusing is I don’t remember changing and yet it feels so easy to slip back into that place and time which makes me question if I did actually change, or if I’m just an act (it would explain a lot). 

Awh crap. Here comes a fully blown dose of homesickness, I think…

5 Comments

Know how it feels kfs1, been in the states 8 years and have been on facebook for a year? now. It’s great to chat with old friends and to catch up with classmates who you haven’t seen in 20 years (wow you look like THAT now?) however sometimes the homesickness kicks in a little too hard.

No place like home. I liked being there for the short while and I miss you guys every now and then but damn it feels good to be home too.

Still though, what beats being home is coming back to it after a good journey :)

True, true; but my original home (Grimsby) has taken a definite turn for the Bronxier. My dad finally moved out of the house I was raised just a few years ago because the sort of stuff I only heard of in movies was happening right around them on a regular basis: they’d had death threats from the junkies next door, had windows deliberately smashed and a guy got stabbed right on their doorstep. They’d gated the alleys not long before I left but I guess the towns expansion means that our little street is almost city-center these days.

Ironically, the part of town he moved to used to be the dangerous/rough end of town.

Although when I moved to London I lived in Finchley for 14 odd years, I wouldn’t really call it home. Oh well, mom always said she had gypsy blood on her side of the family.

My drill instructor in the Army told me I could never go back home, and he was right. Came back, same old people doing the same old schtick. I didn’t miss much.

and how long have you been kipping down in texas? ;)

— m

Leave a Reply

Name and email address are required. Your email address will not be published.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

You may use these HTML tags and attributes:

<a href="" title="" rel=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <pre> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong> 

%d bloggers like this: