My brother and I were talking yesterday. We were on a walk, in the muddy fields that surround my grandparents' village.
"I hate living in London," I said, and he looked at me strangely.
"I'm just not a city girl. I get claustrophobic when there're buildings on all sides. I get scared when I'm in a big place and it's full of people and there's no one I know. I hate being able to feel hard ground under my feet, instead of soft grass. And I hate not being able to see the stars."
"You're really not a city girl, are you?" he said, laughing.
But it's true. I've lived here all my life, and I still can't get used to it.