I’m almost done with the entire first series of Life On Mars, and it’s making me horribly nostalgic for my time back in London.
It’s not just the big things about London, or just being there in England, but mostly the very small details and things that I miss. There’s the King’s Arms just down the street from my flat, sitting on the bus, the announcer coming on at the end of a television episode, the white street signs, red telephone boxes, the accents, food, the sun coming over the buildings, so much.
I’ve pulled out my journal entries that I kept while I was over there, looked over my photographs and have talked to several people that I met while I was over there. I wonder if I’ll ever return there, and it hurts so much to see it in my memories, but not my eyes.