I am torn. I want to get back to normalcy, to routine -- not that summer vacation is the time for that, but never mind. I miss my friends, our neighbors. Reading all the latest "ideological conversations" (in the words of one neighbor) via community listserv does not quite satisfy.
There are things here I will miss.
The cool weather, and the rain.Public parks, open farmland, trees.The convenience of buses, trains, and the Underground.People who wait patiently while others disembark from buses, trains and the Underground.The Science Museum, the Natural History Museum, the National Gallery.Every type of bird in the garden. Squirrels.Electric sockets with built-in switches.Trees.
What I will not miss: Histrionic headlines preceding dumb-downed, hyperbolic newspaper pieces that preempt rational analysis and deter all optimism.
There are real reasons for worry here. Swine flu is spreading, a few have died. Thousands are ill but most will recover after a few days and without hospitalization. Newspaper headlines only inflame the panic. So when a young man gone missing in Katoomba, Australia was found alive and healthy after nearly two weeks in the wilderness, I took that as encouraging, hopeful, a reason for national celebration.
Yet a Kew station news poster screamed, "DAD CHASTISES SON FOR HIKING ALONE!" I mean, really. What a lost opportunity. I see this type of thing posted on mortar boards, morning and evening, and think, Hey, Londoners, why do you do it to yourselves? The constant cloud cover isn't enough?
Not much balance there.