It's a strange feeling having shifted my butt back to the countryside from a place as full-on as London.
The sense of freedom of being able to drive! At a speed faster than walking pace! That is good.
And its brilliant, of course, to be close to my family (and family-to-be).
But I also can't shake that sense of feeling a little lost right now.
It's not just the more easily qualifiable things - people I'll miss, the security of my work, and so on. It's more like the feeling one gets from culture shock. It's all so quiet, rather than busy. There aren't many people around, as opposed to the jostling crowds. And they're all too white, rather than the multicultural blend that I'm used to. And, dare I say it, they just seem too old. Or too young. There isn't that background hum of traffic, the piercing whine of brakes from the streams of London buses, the perpetual throb of unseen trains. I miss the planes, so low in the sky, passing over every few-score seconds, that deliciously rich London sunlight glancing off their contours, and I miss the daily sight, and sound, of Concorde, roaring gracefully above the city.
These aren't necessarily things that it's bad to be away from, of course. Far from it. It's just the shift in surroundings rather than the new surroundings that can prove challenging.
(If I was witty I would make some comment about how, if you remove the all (in German!) from challenging, you're left with changing; I would make some wise comment about it. However I'm not, so I can't, and won't. Please delete this paragraph from your memory banks. Abort!)