Is It Weird That I Sometimes Wish My Life Were A Montage Scene in a British Romantic Comedy?

Is it? I'll explain. London is not my favorite place in the world; there are cities, towns, beaches, and forests which I would choose above London. However, I do love London. I think I have a large capacity for loving many cities (sort of a metropolitan polygamy?) and London and its many charms and reliable cultural icons has a firm place in my heart and always has. I also love British Pop. And romantic comedies. The result is that whenever I hear certain British music, I start to fantasize that I'm a Bridget Jones type character moving pensively through London as a montage of my life scrolls across the screen- rainy days huddled in a "cold-water flat," sunny days in Hyde Park, thoughtfully pondering my broken heart in the Tate Modern, etc. Since these fantasy montages are not closely linked to my life; past reality, current situation, or desire for the future, I'm not really sure were the urge to be briskly walking along the Thames while The Cure or Jamiroquai play comes from.

Cut to my real life- twice a week (at least) I walk home, in the dark, through the jungle. I am addicted to my Tuesday and Thursday evening yoga classes at Rio Shanti and when the classes let out at 7:00pm, the bosque is quite dark and already teeming its nocturnal life. On Tuesdays, I walk home with two friends who live near me. However, on Thursdays, there is no friend heading my way, so I walk, through the dark, for 30 minutes, uphill, deeper and deeper into the cloud forest until I arrive at our happy, blue house. So, on Thursdays it's just me and my iPod. I've started a game where I must listen to my entire iPod on shuffle, whatever comes up, no matter how random. Last Thursday Dido popped on and I was immediately immersed in one of those moods that only a song can put you in- I was nostalgic for my early days in New York when my then-room-mate and I listened to this album obsessively, I was also, obviously, imagining my British montage life, and I was simultaneously deliriously happy to be at home in the jungle. It's my home now, and it's absurd and yet perfectly reasonable that this is where I am now, and I'm starting to worry that when I leave I'll desperately miss the sparkle of the rainforest- the strange and delightful creatures and plants at every turn. Seriously, there was not an ounce of imagination in Avatar- that's my life now. Well, no blue people or flying dragons- but pretty much everything else.