You like dags?

In the three weeks since I left town, I completely forgot what it was like to live in London. And it actually didn't feel like I lived here at all when I was wandering the streets of Goshen, New York or Charlottesville, respectively. Or Chicago or Philadelphia. Or Goshen again. Respectively.

But now that I'm back it seems like I still belong. Except that I don't have a flat -- which is something I didn't really think about all too much until I was on the plane back. I got off the plane, rushed through immigration/customs, grabbed my checked luggage, jumped on the Heathrow Express, rode back into town and... realized I didn't know where I was going because I didn't have anywhere to go.

So I came to the office.

I oftentimes dress like one, but this week I'm really a hobo. Or pikie. Brad Miller once wrote a Top 20 Things To Love About Gypsies list. People thought it was generally very funny unless they were from anywhere in Europe, in which case they were just offended.