green unpleasant
Apr. 12th, 2005 06:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
England really made an effort as I was coming back from Gatwick yesterday morning. It hit me with the works: darling buds and clouds of blossom on the trees, baby lambs who were definitely gambolling, morning mist lifting softly from the fields, half-timbered houses covered in climbing rose, shafts of sunlight beaming from the clouds. "Look at me! Look at me!" it was saying. "What a green and pleasant land I am!"
But despite all that, and despite deciding halfway across the Atlantic to cram my ears with all the music I could think of that would remind me where my loyalties lay - the Streets, the Clash, the Pistols, Saint Etienne, "Irish Blood, English Heart" - I'm sorry to be home. I'm back in the flat, which seems poky and grubby and cheerless, and my suitcase is sitting behind me, reproaching me for no longer living out of it.
I've had three weeks of adventure, exploration, converting strangers into friends, and freedom from all the burdens of ordinary life. London and work and bills and daily grind were literally on the far side of the world, not my problem. This is part of what holidays are for. I'd forgotten.
That could apply to any holiday, but also... I went to America full of preconceptions. Most of them got proved wrong. But the one thing I wasn't expecting was getting completely smitten with the place. I have a new crush on America. I left my heart in San Francisco, I could actually feel the drag in my chest as we sped away from it on the BART, and then went on to leave other vital organs in Portland and Seattle. I loved small things (peanut butter milkshakes; beatnik bookshops with sections labelled "Anarchy", "Class War" and "Muckraking"; endless coffee; smoking cloves on a balcony in Seattle looking at the sunset over the Olympic mountains) and big things (the way they've got proper, vast, breathtaking wilderness; the way everyone we met seemed so politicised, principled and angry with the government and generally not apathetic). Of course there was bad stuff too, like beggars with one leg and the hollowness of Hollywood, but I was expecting the bad stuff. I wasn't expecting the love, so it knocked me over.
People, please help remind me why I love London. I do. It's always mixed with hate, but every time I think I've had enough of this city it shows me something amazing or tantalises me with a story, and I feel the rush of being at the centre of things and forgive it for another while. That feeling will come back given a little time, I know.
I feel completely stateless right now. I don't want to move back to Ireland any time soon, and it isn't quite the Ireland I left anyway. I feel dislocated from London, and I've always known doing the London Thing wasn't forever, and I can't think of anywhere else in the UK I'd really like to live. And everyone knows brand-new shiny crushes are not to be trusted. Where on earth do I belong?
But despite all that, and despite deciding halfway across the Atlantic to cram my ears with all the music I could think of that would remind me where my loyalties lay - the Streets, the Clash, the Pistols, Saint Etienne, "Irish Blood, English Heart" - I'm sorry to be home. I'm back in the flat, which seems poky and grubby and cheerless, and my suitcase is sitting behind me, reproaching me for no longer living out of it.
I've had three weeks of adventure, exploration, converting strangers into friends, and freedom from all the burdens of ordinary life. London and work and bills and daily grind were literally on the far side of the world, not my problem. This is part of what holidays are for. I'd forgotten.
That could apply to any holiday, but also... I went to America full of preconceptions. Most of them got proved wrong. But the one thing I wasn't expecting was getting completely smitten with the place. I have a new crush on America. I left my heart in San Francisco, I could actually feel the drag in my chest as we sped away from it on the BART, and then went on to leave other vital organs in Portland and Seattle. I loved small things (peanut butter milkshakes; beatnik bookshops with sections labelled "Anarchy", "Class War" and "Muckraking"; endless coffee; smoking cloves on a balcony in Seattle looking at the sunset over the Olympic mountains) and big things (the way they've got proper, vast, breathtaking wilderness; the way everyone we met seemed so politicised, principled and angry with the government and generally not apathetic). Of course there was bad stuff too, like beggars with one leg and the hollowness of Hollywood, but I was expecting the bad stuff. I wasn't expecting the love, so it knocked me over.
People, please help remind me why I love London. I do. It's always mixed with hate, but every time I think I've had enough of this city it shows me something amazing or tantalises me with a story, and I feel the rush of being at the centre of things and forgive it for another while. That feeling will come back given a little time, I know.
I feel completely stateless right now. I don't want to move back to Ireland any time soon, and it isn't quite the Ireland I left anyway. I feel dislocated from London, and I've always known doing the London Thing wasn't forever, and I can't think of anywhere else in the UK I'd really like to live. And everyone knows brand-new shiny crushes are not to be trusted. Where on earth do I belong?
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Date: 2005-04-12 05:47 pm (UTC)I'm also well aware that running around seeing people I love and ignoring everyday life and exploring new cities is not the same as living in the country, and I have a faint memory of loving stuff in the UK that I'd miss back home.
I don't know why I'm rambling, really. I don't have an answer. I just really really empathise.
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Date: 2005-04-12 05:50 pm (UTC)If you want to get depressed about the state of the US, go visit the South, where the Republican Dream (or Nightmare) is in full swing. Still, even there you can be pleasantly surprised: the people can have the most awful political views, but they can also be nice in ways that Northerners (much less Britons) never expect.
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Date: 2005-04-12 05:51 pm (UTC)I think you may have to make your own place. It's what most people end up doing with lesser or greater degrees of success.
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Date: 2005-04-12 06:46 pm (UTC)You belong in Canada, though. Glad I could help.
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Date: 2005-04-12 06:50 pm (UTC)I'm asking myself the same thing a lot, especially given the current unpleasant limbo and stalled change that I seem to be in. I've a good idea of what I like, and where I don't want to be but none of this helps much. I love living by the sea at the moment, but it's not "home", the UK in general still feels strange to me and whilst a couple of days back in Ireland recharges parts of me, I'm in no hurry to move back long term. None of this unfortunately points to anything that's in anyway familiar or even encouraging for that matter. I'm guessing I need to see more places, or make one but I don't know where to start and motivation is low at the moment. Things need to change and move on though, if you get any pointers please let us know.
Sorry for harping on a bit.
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Date: 2005-04-12 07:14 pm (UTC)But - a week in and I didn't want to come back to LA. Things about London/England which made me happy: the view across London from the top of Primrose Hill; being able to buy booze without being ID'd; all my mates in one place; a (reasonably) non-bonkers press; Doctor Who (possibly stretching things a bit here).
So I am back in LA now, and whilst I'm looking forward to the next few months very very much I also think that the transition back to UK life in August should be ok.
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Date: 2005-04-12 08:06 pm (UTC)Same place I do from the sounds of it: nowhere geographical.
Physical places miss the point, as I see it. Oxford in the early 90s was a place I loved, but that place ceased to exist long ago - Oxford today shares little more than the name and a few old buildings. Likewise for Cambridge in the 80s. Feltham isn't my place either, but it's where I want to be right now. And next... who knows, but it doesn't really matter.
Events. Ideas. People. Games. My world is made of these things, not geography.
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Date: 2005-04-12 08:11 pm (UTC)I've never been to the USA, so don't share your crush, but I think I'm slowly becoming a Londoner by choice, on my second go here. Hope you feel less blue soon.
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Date: 2005-04-12 08:19 pm (UTC)I've discussed with others in the UK that when British people (sorry to lump you in with them!) visit the US for the first time, their opinion of America generally improves a lot, whereas when Americans visit London (for that is where they generally go), their opinion usually becomes more negative: "What?! You mean not everyone lives in a manor house? Or has servants?" I'm exaggerating slightly, but I have observed the effect many times.
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Date: 2005-04-12 10:33 pm (UTC)~ Noel Coward
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Date: 2005-04-13 12:09 am (UTC)Actually, you are a citizen of BlueDevi and you have that gift of loving the place that you are.
Not, of course, loving it unconditionally - or rather, blindly: but that's not love, it's infatuation and you definitely wouldn't be happy living there.
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Date: 2005-04-13 08:51 am (UTC)Definitely a bad case of post-holiday blues. It'll pass in a while, but the best ongoing cure is of course to start planning your next trip to the West Coast!
In fact, since I feel your pain, drop me a line (darryl -at- randalf -dot- com will do it) for details of a cheap way of getting a flight back!
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Date: 2005-04-13 11:31 am (UTC)But I agree, the US is amazing, can't wait to visit myself. Like, all of those accents... I just want to grab an American and scream "like, OMG I love your accent, are you related to George Bush?" or something.
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Date: 2005-04-13 07:02 pm (UTC)a little behind the times
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