The Sound of Silence

There's no quote today as so far as haven't spoken to anyone. Not a dickie bird - not even a squirrel. At the moment I'm sat on Niko's veranda (again)thinking and writing in relative silence. Only the breezing wind and the sounds of the City below causing a stir.

When I woke up this morning, I realised two things. One was that I'm coming down with the cold Niko had last week, the other was that I missed home. But what was it that I was missing. It definitely wasn't the weather or work I was missing. It wasn't even football (that's real football) as I've been keeping up to date with that, and besides there's not so much to miss about Everton right now. No, the thing I am missing is the people. My family and friends.

It dawned on me that in the run up to leaving England I had overdosed on some seriously good times with some seriously good people. From seeing almost all of my family back in Liverpool, to the multitude of leaving extravaganza that I orchestrated so I could spend quality time with all my bestest buddies. Since I arrived, Niko's larger than life personality had more than filled the void, but since he and Sulakshana left this weekend, I've had a couple of days of near solitude that stirred my homing instincts.

Now at this point its worth pointing out that I'm still having a brilliant time and I'm really looking forward to meeting loads of new people and catching up with some more old pals while I'm here. However, I can't escape the fact that this hole adventure would be magnified infinitely if I could share it with some of my favourite peeps. I kind of knew this would be how I'd feel as I know I'm definitely a 'people person' and while seeing breathtaking views of San Francisco, and other such touristy stuff is cool, in my heart I'm living this life for the good folk who share it with me. The 'wish you were here' motto couldn't be more appropriate.



In amongst all this contemplation, it was marvelously appropriate that Obi should send me an email this morning with some classic shots of numerous good people wearing a ludicrous pair of sunglasses after my leaving party in London. I was stirred into adding a new set to my Flickr space dedicated to all those lovely people who put a spring in my step and a smile on my face. I haven't got everyone on there yet, but there's some good'uns (cheers obi)Go check it out.


So there you have it. A blog entry that dispenses with the Englishman's view of American oddities in favour of opening up my emotional side. Its all good.

Keep the fun times rollin. Hole out.