2. You have an opinion on the cake-or-biscuit debate surrounding Jaffa Cakes.*
3. You fully accept that most other countries are rubbish when it comes to making tea. Especially America, where we just dump it into the ocean.
4. You can use words like "rubbish" without giggling gleefully. (96% of the time.)
5. You have to stop and think about which word you're going to use for the room that contains the lavatory: toilet, bathroom, loo? Who am I talking to?
6. London/pound prices actually start to seem reasonable. (Or, more likely, your spirit has withered enough that you are able to accept them.)
The odd thing is that even as I 'convert' and feel at home here, I will always sound like an other. Back in the States over the holidays I sounded just like everyone else, but I felt out of place. It was a weird feeling to be a visitor in a familiar land; there just long enough to settle into the comfort of it, but not long enough to engage again. I've been uprooting myself so often over the past few years that many places feel like home - a fact I truly enjoy. But where on earth am I going to go next?
If I don't find something I could always go sit in Paddington station with a tag that says "Please look after this bear. Thank you." I'm sure I could make do with enough marmalade.
*It doesn't matter what it is, you just have one and respect the debate. But for the record: baby cakes.