'welcome home, ma'am.'

Arrived into New York this afternoon to triple digit temperatures (mid-thirties) and it feels like heaven. Strolled along the beach in Long Island, dipped my feet into the Atlantic, watched old men fish for crabs, and stuffed myself silly on the best buffalo wings I have ever eaten. Even though England definitely feels like my home... it's always nice to remember you've got another one waiting for you across the pond.