It is so strange that I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be right now than where I was two years ago. It's not as sad as it sounds written out like that. It's just that I do miss the deep tradition and also the idyllic scenery of England a little.

But that was then and this is now and I am, honestly, happy with the new house (and I'll be even happier once my bookshelf is in and painted tonight!) and everything. I think that I'll be able to feel a deep connection to the place, once I start letting my guard down a little. Things are a bit bricked up at the moment, but they won't be forever.

With a bunch of friends from home, I saw Neil Gaiman read last night. It was good, and I'm enjoying the new book. He said one particularly poignant thing that I've heard him say before, which is, "There will be more books depending on how long I live."

I suppose that's really all there is to it.