So I found the song that would be playing on my iPod as I'm flying back to where you are for the very last time, and leaving where I am now. I know that this would be the song that would be in my mind when I think of S-. I couldn't believe that a song creates that image in my mind so aptly, but here it is.
What I learnt today: that Home is always a choice, and you will get used to anything eventually. That there are people who just don't leave here out of habit, simply because they have no idea what they want to do anymore, and where they want to be. That I honestly don't know and am starting not to care where I am anymore.
Those streets would really have too many names for me. And perhaps, it will be honestly just me, after switching Glenfield Road and Orchy for Broad Street and Paddington.
You know what I think about the air tax, and the lack of space, and the millions of people with millions of cares. The funny thing is that I know that this song could almost just easily express how one might feel about London.
In italics is what makes me think about things; in bold is expressing how I feel.
Paolo Nutini's These Streets
cross the border, into the big bad world
where it takes you 'bout an hour just to cross the road
just to stumble across another poor old soul
from the dreary old lanes to the high street madness
I fight with my brains to believe my eyes
and it's harder than you think to delay the sadness
that creeps up my spine and haunts me through the night
life is good and the girls are gorgeous, suddenly the air smells much greener now
and I'm wandering around with a half pack of cigarettes
searching for the change that I've lost somehow
these streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield Road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know
where'd days go when all we did was play
and the stress that we were under wasn't stress at all
just a run and a jump into a harmless fall
from walking by a high rise to a landmark square
you see millions of people with millions of cares
and I struggle to the train to make my way home
I look at the people as they sit there alone
Life is good and the sun is shining, everybody floods to their ideal place
and the children all smile as the boats shuffle by them
trying to pretend that they've got some space
these streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield Road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know
life is good and the girls are gorgeous
suddenly the air smells much greener now
and I'm wandering around with a half pack of cigarettes
searching for the change that I've lost somehow
these streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield Road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know
these streets have too many names for me
I'm used to Glenfield Road and spending my time down in Orchy
I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know
I know, I know, 'cos you keep telling me so
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