fly your way down.

this is my third visit home since moving to england.

within days, i was able to put my finger on a feeling: it feels like i live two worlds: the canadian world and the english world.

i mentioned this to the american and she told me it's pretty amazing how the culture around us helps to shape us, whether good or bad, or just different.

my last trip home i was homesick, yet in the same breath, i was frustrated with home. i think it's interesting how during that last trip home i was secretly contemplating moving back to canada after new years. yeah, that won't be happening. now i can't imagine leaving england and if england were to order me out, it would feel like a death sentence, a punishment. dramatic, yet very true.

another friend mentioned how she didn't like how i kept referring to england as home. i think if i'm using home interchangeably, it means i now consider my english world, home.

frig, this is getting way too deep.