Going back to England for almost a week — you can tell I was there from the new pictures that have surfaced at the bottom right hand corner of this page — was certainly a transforming experience. Such experiences have occurred so plentifully recently, call them instances of enlightment, realisation, sinking-in or not-raining-but-pouring, that they seemingly hardly deserve the label ‘epiphany’ any more.
Somehow it emerged, although it is too soon to tell, that nostalgia is not about places, it is about a particular time interval in the past and a specific version of ourselves during that time interval. It also became clear(er) that living in a place is different from (frequently) travelling into it and that the latter can, sometimes, be preferable. Also, the banal truth: misery is less a matter of geography and more a matter of money, options and, above all, people.
More will soon be revealed.