brrm

Just been flipping back through some old photos, including some taken just before my parents moved back to the UK. Really missing the place, for some reason.

It was awfully pretty. look. (That was our house)
And here's my room, though I never got to see it in this state - I visited for the last time a few weeks before they packed up for the move.

Considering going back to visit, actually - would that be silly? I've no idea what I'd do out there, since my friends all dispersed from Germany after school/university. Actually, I could go back this summer for the Hockenheim Classic event - if my MG is ready by then...

This stream-of-consciousness LJ post brought to you by repressed childhood memories of being taught James Joyce at school.
*sigh*