That depended on how you looked at a place. To Anthony New York was an adventure. It might not have been hopping trains but meeting the people of America has been something. Times Square was always bustling and one couldn't forget the epicness that was the ball drop. They didn't have anything quite like that in Britain. The plays on Broadway were some of the finest in the world... and Off-Broadway productions were unique. He had been living in the city for five years but he was sure there were tons of things he hadn't tried yet. Sadly that didn't even count all of the issues he had been having lately with memories.

"Nah, that's from my mum. She is an avid gardener and taught me everything I know about it. We would spend hours in the back garden working the soil together and planting seeds. I sort of miss it now that we are so far apart but... there would be nagging now."

He frowned as he stabbed a dandelion, but in the spirit of oversharing carried right on talking.

"It's well-meaning but, people always think they know what is best for you. Mum thinks I won't be happy and settled until I've had a family of my own. I dunno... maybe she's right."