london as it is

having been back here for over a week, i am starting to learn the significance of the moral of the story of the nonethewiser goat and the fields and the brook running through.....'the grass is always greener on the other side'.
the grass is always greener, and nostalgia paints a rosier picture than that of a somewhat familiar reality.
the small differences or the changes in the quotidian routine are those that continue to nag at ones learned patterns of behaviour.
the coffee here sucks and will never convert a sloth into a cat let alone awake the inner jaguar, and jumping red lights will land you a prosecution rather than save you from armed hooded highjackers.
the code for such minor behavioural instincts can be relearnt however. but it is somewhat more difficult to begin to unlearn cultural traits that you have adapted towards and burned into your rapidly setting identity.

however i will forgive everything, because i have walked over waterloo bridge and along the length of the southbank in the breaking sunlight of a january morning holding hands with people who know how to make me smile, and that finally makes it all ok.