A Legal Alien

Ah Finsbury Park! How I miss you! Your chicken bones on the ground. The noise of the bus. The drunk guy outside of HSBC. The crazy mosque. Jack. Zane. Peter. Darren. Boys doing construction at 10pm. Loud hostel across the street with chav girls screaming at each other. The Tesco man. Always missing the bus by 15 seconds. The 29. The 256. The 236 to Laura's house. The tube. Obnoxiously loud Blackstock Road with those scary shops. The Happening Bagel Bakery... the bread for 90p. The Post Office where I once thought someone would get shot in the queue while I waited to pay my gas bill. Game day at Highbury. Curry with the boys at Indian Ocean. The boys who threw water balloons at me at Alexandra Park. Figuring out how to drive. And park the car. Locking myself in the flat the first night. Saying good-bye that last day. Tears. Homesick.

Contentment. Warm flat. Bad water pressure. Comfortable bed. Bad vaccum. New paint and furniture. Great neighbours. Great neighbours. Great neighbours. Refuge in time of crisis. Refuge. Refugee. Coming full circle. Full stop.