broken

This was Blackpool today, after the storm.
This is how I see the UK most of the time.An old broken down country with very little of interest.
All of the buildings may not have lost their roofs but the impression is the same. I have been back home for 4 days. The feeling I had on that first day, on my way to work, on the bus, in the cold, a feeling of despair.That feeling may dim as the days go on.
That feeling is only numbed, a necessity, to survive. I consider these my last few months here.It is time to prepare to go home.