I think the more that I travel, the more I realise I don't want to be here. Maybe I'm just jaded by my own country, but I'm tired of the same thing, day in and day out. Sure, I like that London gets a lot of good live music and there's some awesome indie cinemas I every so often go and binge at, but that's about it. And yet, I feel forced here by all the family and friends - not to mention my long term partner - that keeps me tied here. Every time I disappear for a while, I return only to remember everything I'm missing out on. But is the grass greener on the other side? Is it something that I see only because of my brief time as a tourist? The sensation of being torn in two is not exactly one that makes me happy.