Before we get on to my other thoughts:

Suddenly, I’m homesick for Edinburgh. It feels like someone has just punched me in the gut. I’d got past this. I know I had. I turned down the chance to go back to Edinburgh over a year ago. I opted to play out my hand in London, and OK, so I spent six months in a weird kind of mental hell as a result, but I got through it. London’s my home, now. But then I hit Hugh‘s Livejournal, and then on to the friends page, where I find Lisa and Paul and Sally and I hear them talking about friends I haven’t seen in ages, and places I love to go, and bars I like to drink in, and a whole social scene I used to be a part of and now am not, and god, I want to go back. Or I want them to come to London. Or something.

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