Bookended by mooncakes

As Stellou recently reminded me, when I arrived in London last year I brought her mooncakes. This year she gave me some, courtesy of the mooncake bounty her father had bestowed upon her.

So it's been a year, and I've spent the last week (since submitting my dissertation last Tuesday) sorting, packing and dismantling my life here in preparation for returning home. It's been a very different feeling from the little I remember of packing up my undergraduate life. For one thing, I have an adult life to return to. For another, there is a timeless sheen to London (misleading though it may be) that makes me feel like it's a place one can always come back to, for different reasons.

When people ask me what I'll miss about London, my glib answer is lemon curd. Something about that tartness and sweetness and Britishness all rolled up into one.

It's been a very, very good year, and now it's time to go home.



At 9/08/2011 8:07 pm , Anonymous notabilia said...

Congratulations and welcome home.

At 9/08/2011 8:16 pm , Blogger Tym said...

Not home yet! First I have to figure out why the new Blogger interface has eaten up my custom template and made my website look ridiculous!!

At 9/08/2011 8:24 pm , Anonymous notabilia said...

I had wondered about the sudden change...

At 9/08/2011 9:28 pm , Blogger ragingyoghurt said...

leaving already! that seems to have gone by quick. i have a very nice lemon curd recipe, if you're interested. :)


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