I was thinking earlier, as I once again zoomed the roads, lanes and pavements of Charlton, about the various worlds I now inhabit. Charlton feels very different to Congleton: they are, of course,, very different places, one rural, surrounded by fields and grass-topped hills; the other urban, a place of concrete and brick. Yet, more than that, they feel almost like different worlds, and I feel like a different person in them. I grew up in Congleton, so I feel like a child again when I go there, and once again become drawn to things I liked when I was growing up. Charlton is the place of my adulthood – a much more rough and ready place, so I feel more rough and ready. I catch myself thinking differently here than I do back up north, expecting different things of people. Indeed, I do think people behave differently in London than they do up north. It’s just one of those odd things to note: I’m still getting used to life in this great metropolis, and although I still love it, it felt good to once again walk among streets that seemed wider and less crowded, and between buildings that seemed cleaner and less crammed in. Mind you, walking the streets of Congleton town centre felt even better this time because Lyn was beside me. My new world finally got to see my former one, and that felt brilliant.