It’s still weird, but good, but also very different. And very, very quiet. The streets are deserted by 9.00. I do miss the panoramic view of London a lot too. At night a glorious display of lights. We do have the stars here though, many, many stars. That’s still a wow factor. 

Do I feel at home here yet. Nope, its nice but I don’t feel connected. I suppose London gets in your blood somehow.

I think home is a sort of semi-mythical place that you can never quite reach based on a large dose of nostalgia and a certain warm fuzzy distance from realty 

I feel perfectly comfortable but, I guess it just takes a little while longer. 

The small flat I lived in for 32 years has a lot of formative experiences linked to it. One of the most comfortable (but impractical places) I have stayed for any length of time was the gite we have often used for a our French touring trips. That felt in some ways like it could have been home. 

It was on the market for sale and the house next to it as a going concern for the same amount as we paid for our new place. It was very tempting, but then came “Brexit”…

I am just one of the those people that is never content