Can it be a year already? Well, it isn’t really, but a year ago today I signed the papers and took a flat in my hometown of Brighton and even though I didn’t completely relocate until after Christmas, it’s pretty much one whole year. Wow. No regrets.
I can hardly imagine moving back to the smoke (and yeah, I still adore our nation’s capital), even if I do sometimes begrudge the amount of time I spend on the train back and forth. But I love this raffish place. And often as a Southern or FCC train delivers me back to the City-by-the-Sea, I recall that lovely line from Nigel Richardson‘s sublime ‘Breakfast in Brighton‘:
‘Someone said to him, when he moved back to Brighton, ‘you’ll love it here. When I’ve been away and I come back over those Downs and see the streets spread out over the hillsides, when I see the piers and smell the sea, when I get blown by the wind in those streets down by the sea, I think I’ve come home to the lost fucking tribe.’â€