Not sure when we're going back, but sometime in 2008 I think...
lazy pub afternoons on sunny sundays
the rush for a bbq when it's sunny/warm on a weekend
my friendly/nosy neighbors
having chickens, ducks and horses all around where I live
that it's commonplace to hang washing outside
my 1850's victorian semi
my english garden when it's sunny
DH's family
speeding on the motorways is not likely to result in a ticket
frozen yorkshire puddings
food from local sources - yogurt, milk, cheese, meat
butchers
being unique - and having someone notice I'm american and ask all the usual questions - something I will miss and then not miss if that makes any sense
DH and I now have it in our heads that we want to move, just a matter of employment and timing. I can't seem to stop dreaming about it though