Returning

I felt almost unwell driving back into London today, having been in Cornwall on and off for the best part of two weeks. I updated my Facebook status with, “Leaving the sea and coming back into London today was hard. Oh well... time for my City-shoes and my City-face and my straight City-hair.” That’s what it feels like. I guess City-Lucy is still me, but I don’t know how much I like her anymore. Yes, I love the dancing. I love friends and my colleagues. But I cannot stand the lonely times; so many people, and yet so isolating. And then I log onto Facebook and feel connected again. Virtual connectedness.

There’s a Big Lunch street party outside as I write this. I don’t really know any of my neighbours. So I bit the bullet, wandered down the road, smiling and saying hello. Not one person said anything back to me; I suppose they aren’t to know I even live here. Hell, it’s not as though I wanted to eat their barbequed sausages! It wouldn’t be like that in Cornwall. People talk to people. People smile. People need one another down there. Up here, you look out for your own arse. And your own sausages.

Time to unpack and put the kettle on. Tea glorious tea.