In the entire 2.5 years I lived in London I was never once homesick for Australia. Never. Although the last couple days I have had a terrible homesickness feeling in the pit of my stomach and it's for London. I miss Trafalgar Square and sitting watching the tourists take their happy snaps, walking through St James Park, gossiping with my old work colleagues and even the bus. I miss catching the double decker buses and staring out the window at the amazing buildings. I miss waking up and walking everywhere. I miss the Victoria and Albert Museum. Most of all I miss my best friend who still lives in London.