Last week we were in Italy, basking in the Tuscan sun. Until then, I had almost forgotten how good it feels to have the sun warm my skin. I am not adjusting well to my return to grey, cold, rainy London. Every morning this week, I have dressed for work in a skirt and short-sleeved blouse, wearing my comfy flip-flops for the commute to work. Unfortunately, upon stepping out of my door, the shock of cold, damp air startles me. You'd think that by now, after a work-week of experiencing this, I would learn. But, no, this morning I stubbornly dressed in my summer attire only to be greeted with cold, damp air yet again. I miss the warm weather. I want a proper summer, not the 2-3 weeks of warm-ish weather we get here in June or July. I miss the sunshine. It's August for goodness sake. I don't want to have to wear a jacket or coat when I am outside!
OK, enough complaining. I guess I am just having a hard time with the post-Italy adjustment. Maybe I am also a tad homesick. I go through spurts where I think I could live here for years. Then, suddenly, all I want to do is move back home to be closer to my friends and family. Such is the life of an expat, I suppose.
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