Homesick

What is my deal? One minute I'm desparately thinking "I don't want to move" "I'll miss it here" "I love it here" !! The next minute I'm whining to JP that I miss home, I'm tired of the pace and the people and the weather.

It has nothing to do with hormones either for those skeptics!

This homesickness thing is funny. It washes up on you at very unexpected times! We are cruising along, finishing the last minute details for a 10 day trip to Italy next week and all I can think about is home. Wasa sushi. Javier's seafood enchiladas. The sun. The beach on early mornings when I used to go swim. My friends. My car. Friendly people in the office.

Maybe it is the sudden absence of activity- for the last three months straight we have been entertainers and haven't had much down time. I got home from work at 6pm last night and was just irritable and wanted nothing more than to transplant myself to a warm day in OC. Yes, my commute home was normal- shoved in the tube with smelly and unfriendly people. Yes, it is cold outside and rainy. Time to think of the positive though....

I thought if I blogged it, the feeling would go away. I'm hopeful that I'll wake up tomorrow morning with a renewed exuberance for London. I will acknowledge that this city wears you out. Sometimes I don't want to walk as fast as I possibly can to the tube stop like everyone, I just want to take my time. Sometimes I just want to smile at people and shake them a bit and say- what is wrong with you?? Why are you so, I don't know, British!!!??? Sometimes I just want to shout at the sky and say- "STOP HIDING THE SUN!!"

This should do it, my five (thanks Tina) friends to vent to and make it real- you CAN be sick of such an amazing city, there is nothing wrong with it!