I do miss my family and friends, but a quick weekend every now and then on the Eurostar (€115) is enough to satisfy my craving for a pint of Harvey's in The Compasses.
Every time I get homesick, I just think of those many happy hours spent sitting on the M25, paying stupidly high prices to rent a small box with windows that masquerades as a home, ITV, No-Win-No-Fee Lawyers, Stansted Airport, Birmingham, Income Tax, The Rat Race, not having any litter bins in railway stations (where you do seem to spend an inordinately high amount of time because your train was probably cancelled), 9-5, Yoof Culcha (I'm turning into an old fart! I knew that would happen some day!), and Connex South East.
The only thing I don't really like is the fact that there's an art to being a pedestrian and crossing a road. This I have yet to master.