Well, Josh has been in the UK for two days now, and I really miss him. It's weird to think of being separated from him by such a vast distance. On the way to the airport on Sunday, we talked about the fact that this is the first time since we've been married that we've been on separate continents. Weird.
Liz Lemon and I have been all right thus far though. A bit bored, but hey, that's what happens when all I want to do is read Catching Fire, and she wants to doze.
I knew that I would miss Josh when he left, but I wasn't planning on missing the UK as I do. I miss the people and the streets, the buses and the food, the landscape and the noises. I really miss it all. I truly wish I were by his side right now.
I mean, I spent months before we left wishing I could be back in the States, and here I am longing to return. Am I a glutton for punishment? Or does the UK resemble something I've been chasing for years: a sense of home, a place I belong...
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