There are many reasons I feel at home in the U.K., but if I were asked to pinpoint the moment I knew I'd arrived, it might well be when I realised the British shared my love of fritters.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The fact is that I loved being in England.
As I absorbed life here and understood it better, I just completely fell in love with England.
It must be the Brit in me, because I like animals.
I grew up in a very British family who had been transplanted to Canada, and my grandmother's house was filled with English books. I was a very early reader, so I was really brought up being surrounded with piles of British books and British newspapers, British magazines. I developed a really great love of England.
I just love being in the U.K.
Although I've been living in the British Virgin Islands for some time now, I have never stopped caring passionately about the U.K. and its great people.
I am a Londoner and I love my home. There are many things about this country which drive me crazy, but when I am in America, I feel wrong there.
I would love to spend more time in Britain one day. In my heart, I still feel that I'm English, and when I think of home, I think of England.
I feel at home when I go to London.
I am British. I love Britain for all its faults and all its virtues. My husband is American and I am largely based in Los Angeles, but whenever someone asks me where home is, I automatically say 'London.'