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There's a storm in my teacup!

Well, in my dollar store mug.

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You know what? I used to write a load of stuff in here. It was only when a family member from back in England asked how long it's been since I got out to America that I used LJ to check.

Coming up to six years. And I was a pretentious little shit all that time ago. It's as if I wanted to confuse any readers with the kinds of words usually reserved for thesauruses, definitely not the kind of language a person would rationally utter.

I miss writing but I don't miss making the time for writing. I suppose I miss parts of England but I don't miss England. I refer to it as home as I've lived more of my life there than I have here in the US, but it doesn't feel like home any more. Just a place my family lives and where delicious snack foods keep out of reach for me to indulge in.

But, for two weeks, I will gorge. I will be filled with Twiglets and saveloys and Ribena and Peperamis and steak crisps and shandy. I will want to implode and then I will remember that once I leave, once I shove all the spare food I can into the suitcases, that this is jolly well it for my indulgences, for my childhood delicacies, for my comfort food, for another few years or so. A fifty pound suitcase may well be filled with snacks. For the cost of a second suitcase ($25? $50?) it's cheaper than air mail.

Between now and arriving I have apparently $300 of digital content I could buy. I need a mobile phone, I want a snooker video game, I'd like some DVDs of dark comedies and dramas that might never make it over here. A part of me is disgusted at being excited by so much stuff that is basically information pressed onto a disc, a lazy tangible product, but the other part is very happy and just having some more British stuff.

It's odd. Can I say I'm an Anglophile but without a feeling of identity for the country I was born and raised in? Does that make sense?

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Wow indeed. I forgot you were on my friends list!

There were some good snackies I had in England that I miss, though probably not nearly as much as you. I liked the ice cream over there, that might be tricky to pack into a suitcase ;)

I look back and cringe at what I wrote too.
So you're not the only one.

A lot of people go through a pretentious phase at that age, I know I did. I don't know what it is - perhaps it's a side-effect of being educated? At least you can say you've grown out of it, which some never do.

Your penultimate sentence does make sense. I do feel the national identity, so I'm still here. There's a lot of things the British have to be ashamed of, but to be fair the same can be said of any country.

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