Missing home.

Life as an expat is strange, you really have to put yourself out there and speak to people, and give your number to people you meet on the bus. Everyone I meet is so kind, and generous, the people here are lovely, and I have made some very nice friends.

My husband works very hard in his job, and is rarely home before ten pm. I miss him and lately I have been feeling so exhausted that leaving the house is a rarity so I feel guilty for William that it is just me and him, all the time. Of course William is happy with his twice a week playgroup with his friends and actually enjoys hanging out with me at home all day! He is very good at entertaining himself and loves chilling in his nursery having me read to him.

The weather here is drab. Glib. A bit grey and dreary. I am starting to get annoyed with having to rely on public transport and miss driving a car. I miss cathedral city cheddar, and tiger bread from sainsburies. I miss my friends and family and that feeling of just being able to easily pop out to see someone. I feel lonely at times and feel I need to take up a hobby to channel my energy into, perhaps I should buy some watercolors and get painting again.

I suppose it just takes time to adjust.