Sometimes I really miss London.

Particularly on days when I feel like I'm in such a rut with my life and can't get anything useful done. I'm on Tumblr a lot, as well as DeviantArt, and people on both of those sites seem to love taking/posting marvelous London pictures.

Muncie, as much as it has going for it at times, is really a boring-ass town; in London, if I needed a break, I could get on the tube and within half an hour or less be somewhere really cool. Even if I didn't feel like spending money I could go to a museum, or I could go to one of the shopping districts and just take pictures, or sit in the park and read and watch the locals and tourists merge with their million languages. If I wanted a fantastic crepe or a jacket potato or a shawarma, I knew where to get one.

I miss Kir Royal truffles from Hotel Chocolat. I miss Classy Chick crepes and Ben's Cookies and frozen yogurt from Covent Garden. I miss mushroom soup from Pret. I miss half-price theatre tickets. I miss wandering around Selfridge's and Harrods and getting sticker shock. I miss getting lost in Camden Town and connecting with the colorful people there. (I also miss the lovely vegetarian restaurant nearby.) I miss Regents Park Zoo. I miss Borough Market. I miss day trips on Wednesdays with Lyndon. I miss watching the BBC on Tuesday nights. I miss watching "Come Dine With Me" and "How Clean Is Your House?" every hour of the day. I miss getting off the Tube and being able to get anywhere I wanted to go by walking. I miss grocery shopping at Sainsbury and Marks & Spencer. I miss clothes shopping at Primark and Top Shop. I miss walking over Westminster Bridge on an April morning.

I regret not going out to more bars and clubs. I regret not traveling more. I regret wasting so much of my London time on the Internet. I regret not making the most of every moment I had in that city. I regret the one foggy shot of the London Eye that I missed.

Maybe I wasn't there long enough to be a native Londoner or anything, but I sure as hell am no longer a tourist. I have my favorite spots; I can identify the Underground line from the inside of the car; I know not to talk on public transportation and how to keep from being robbed during rush hour. I have this pseudo-English accent that tends to slip into conversation whenever I'm ordering coffee at Starbucks and the one English barista is behind the counter.

I will return. I don't know when, but I will return.