1. My Home Town
Really this post should be titled ‘Things I Miss Most About Hayling Island‘ as this is where I was raised and the place I love most. A small island with an even smaller population (cue the moans associated with small-town gossip) it can be a pretty boring place for most and it’s hardly a hip or happening place for kids! But growing up it was filled with my friends and the beautiful solent access to the Atlantic Ocean.
My teenage years were spent awkwardly hobbling over the cobblestones to get in and out of the sea, and my early twenties gave life to my human-ocean love affair with barely any warm day spent out of the water. It’s still England, which means the weather may not always be great and the water not always warm, but nestled between the bigger tourist cities of Portsmouth and Brighton, Hayling doesn’t attract the crowds and I loved that I could be completely alone floating in the sea on most brisk mornings. Living in a landlocked city now is my biggest push to keep travelling until I find my own little seaside paradise.
That seaside paradise might just be in Figueira da Fozand the Paintshop Hostel family.
This is I’m sure top of the list for most of those who flee the best of their home country. No matter how many Skype video chats nothing is quite the same as a big hug from mum, a manly nod from my ever-taller little brother before he heads out on his motorbike, or watching my dad get tears in his eyes because the story he is telling is so funny.
No matter how I try, and the effort out in on both sides, keeping up with friends back home is a dwindling occurrence the longer I stay away. With an obviously diminished chance of being able to meet up, planned phone calls or even getting back to those last messages on Facebook can be a tricky thing to remember when our lives are being lived at different paces around the globe. One of my biggest resolutions is to stay in touch more so watch out girls!
*Cue the endless ministrations that British food is not worthy of missing*
But come on, there is nothing like a gravy-soaked home cooked roast dinner, or a proper meat pie! The times I’ve walked past countless sweet pastry shops here in Budapest and missed a proper meat pie… It’s got that bad I even crave Gregg’s!!
Then there is the serious bacon problem – apparently Europe have been given the right to call fried prosciutto ham bacon but really(?!) are you kidding?! I like my bacon fat and thick and juicy covered in ketchup and tucked between soft thick sliced Hovis… Is that too much to ask? And don’t get me started on the sausages which are nothing more than hot dogs here. Oh the shame.
5. My Accent
So I’m not saying I’ve always had the most ‘proper’ British accent; more often that not I could be accused of dropping my t’s and I definitely speak less proper around friends than I do to my parents. But at least I spoke British English. Turns out people mimic accents when talking to other nationalities in a psychological attempt to empathise… And don’t I know it!
Six months with an American boyfriend and working in a hostel where 60% of my guests are American or Australian, and therefore speaking English with anything but a British accent… It’s fair to say I now sound horrific! Instead of work I know say wuuuurk, and instead of party I know say parrrrrtee and my god don’t I hate it! Half the guests wouldn’t have a clue I’m from England until they ask me where I’m from which leads to an awkward accent-shift on my part from Australian/American to “a taan called Portsmoof just an ‘our souf of Landon on the souf coast!”
“Good fing is I’m ‘ome on Toosday so get them elocution lessons ready mum…”
What do you miss the most about your home?
Lots of love,