Missing home.

When you are sat on the Northern line everyday, and see the same people and the same shops and types of people wandering around Oxford circus, day in, day out, it makes me really miss home. My family, my dogs, my friends, my childhood familiarity, day after day I walked the same streets, saw the same people, and never once did I ever really get bored. It was my life. However, continuing the same routine six days a week to complete long shifts to earn the pennies to live here in London, makes me miss the comforts of home more and more each day...