When do you stop feeling and acting like a tourist? When do the kids stop pointing our every McDonalds, Pizza Hut and Starbucks? When do you stop shopping at places you knew when you just visiting, like Harrods? Harrods for dinner tonight? Really? When do you stop taking cabs everywhere, and finding yourself being pulled off a curb just before a car mows you down? When do you stop converting prices to dollars and thinking, “Oh my G-d I can’t believe how expensive this is…”
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never! lol...
ReplyDeletesorry, i stumbled across your blog while looking for something else. i, too, am an american (werewolf?) in london-ish. been here 9 years and still don't feel at home. sigh... will enjoy reading your blog, me thinks :)