I once went to Canada to escape from my life..

..and ended up finding it, right back where I left it.

So again, I've found something I want to post up - not adolescent poetry this time, just a little list, but I do owe it some context, so here it is.

June 2006 was the year I finally made my great escape. I spent 3 months with some family I have out there, in which time I managed to turn my whole life around, completely by mistake. Honestly, I have no idea how - it was entirely accidental (if much-needed). I'm sure I owe that period of my life more than just a paragraph, but right now I just want to note down an excerpt from the diaries I wrote when I was out there (henceforth to be referred to as The Canada Diaries. I know - original).

A List Of Food That I Want To Eat But Can't As It's All Somehow Quintessentially British So I'm Going To Eat When I Get Home

Cafe Rouge steak baguette
A real cup of bloody tea (Tetleys, Twinings, anything will do)
A bowl of Crunchy Nut
A Maccy D's cheeseburger (even they are different out here)
Pot Noodle, toast and tropical juice from the corner shop
A Proper Sunday roast (I would literally kill, for a Yorkshire pud)
Pitta bread and parma ham
Crumpets soaked in butter
Kebab and chips
A proper fry-up from a proper greasy spoon caf
A real bloody mocha
Cafe Nero mozzarella & parma ham panini
A Twister
Chinese sweet & sour noodles from Camden market
Tesco turkey stuffing sandwich and crisps
Oxford Arms pub quiz meal (free beans, sausages and chips. mmm.)
A crepe from the Hampstead Creperie (lemon and sugar, classic)
Cafe Organic's obscenely overpriced but fucking delicious cheesecake

Perhaps not my most deep and meaningful journal entry, but somehow the most sentimental, and reminds me of how much I longed for London, after all I'd been through to get away from it. I think everyone who lives in London, but particularly who grew up here, really needs to get away from it every once in a while so as to not become too suffocated by it to see it's charm.