Homesick

It sounds ridiculous, I live in a great flat with my girlfriend and lovely daughter, but I am starting to think that I am terribly terribly homesick.

Maybe it is just a reaction to the last few years, exhaustion and the inconvenience of the commute to the nursery. But I want to go home.

What is interesting...or maybe odd, is I don't know where that would be. None of my family lives in north London anymore, two of the houses have been demolished, and I only lived in Mill Hill briefly.

Shoreditch seems the most likely place, it's where I lived the longest. When we walk through it, it's where I feel at home.  But the flat is sold, and I guess that bit of my life is over