Amazing bro,
Really a touching write up. I can exactly relate to your story because I also lived in a place similar to yours. Having lived there for 5+ years, I finally left it and now I am missing it so much. The cute western European island had been a second home to me. Inspite of being in 52 degree North lattitude, that place didn't have much snowfall, had mild, bright summers. The only things I didn't like were everlasting darkness in the winter and capricious weather. Though English being the official language, people spoke it with a peculiar accent, which I eventually came to enjoy.

The medieval Georgian architecture, world famous pubs, bars, traditional music and dance made that place so special. As an admirer of antiques and relics, I thoroughly enjoyed the whole country with a checkered past. The festival I used to enjoy the most was the flamboyant celebration of St. Patrick's Day.  Four Courts, St. Patrick's Cathedral, Customs House and many more architectural treasures embellished the beautiful, quiet city. People were amiable, garrulous and funny.

Although being a person with avid interest in travelling, unlike you, I couldn't generate adequate opportunity to travel across Europe. London and some cities in The Netherlands were the only places I could go, Amsterdam, The Hague, Rotterdam being the most amazing places, London followed closely.

Now I am on the other side of the Atlantic, in a gargantuan, modern country, with glass buildings everywhere and highways running like snakes.  Whenever I see a tiny old church in the middle of those buildings, I stare at it with joy and my European past come to life again.

I wanted to write in short, but I now realize that I have so much to write, so I will find some appropriate time later. To cut it short, I will post a pic of that beautiful place, where I lived nearly one-fifth of my life so far.