coming back to new York

just home now after a fantastic week away. I'll post properly once I've sorted out the pile of laundry, got some food in, and re- acclimatised to the noise and car horns. coming back was weird. the Boy and I both felt strange. pleased to be back but not feeling 100% like we're home. also pleased that our holiday isn't completely over. I feel like we're at our holiday home. it feels different to when I cam e back from Chicago. that felt more like coming home, though I think that was because I was coming back to my boy. nonetheless, am loving sitting in my British pants, can of becks, and feeling the breeze through the windows. plus my own bed is calling me...