So here it goes...We are almost a month into our overseas adventure and I am so terribly homesick. I miss so many things about back home.
I miss these guys:
and these guys:
and even these guys too:
(you know it's serious when you miss these crazy biatches)
From other expat bloggers I've stalked, I know that this is just part of it, a stage in the moving abroad process, but I can't help but feel completely bowled over by it all. It's hit me a lot harder than I realized. The stress, the doubt, the longing for familiarity and comforts of home. I've been hesitant to say anything for fear of sounding whiny and ridiculous.
What's that? You don't like living in a great flat in this huge metropolitan city while you study for your advanced degree? Oh god! Let me run and get my violin straightaway.
But to hell with it. I'm human. I'm sad and lonely and frustrated. I want to crawl into a bag of Trader Joe's Peanut Butter Pretzels and never come out. and then I remember, $&%@#! they don't have Trader Joe's in Europe. What's a girl to do?
I just have to keep the faith.
Sean is going to find an amazing job. I am going to make friends at school. I will learn to perfect my totally fake British accent. I will not allow myself to wear jorts* with tights.
(source) (I don't care how hipster Euro cool it is. Jean shorts will ALWAYS be a no, double no if it's 50 degrees and raining outside, triple no if you are wearing a scarf, hat and gloves with said shorts. If you are so freaking cold, I have an idea for you: PUT ON PANTS!)
Keeping the faith. It is so much easier said than done...but I embarked on this adventure for a reason. I wanted to challenge myself and explore everything this world and my life had to offer and I'm doing that. I need to count my blessings and take pride in the small victories: I haven't gotten lost on the subway yet, I made a fantastic British supper, I nominated myself to be Class Rep for my Master's Program, something I never would've had the guts to do a year ago...and apparently the foxes stopped their "Adult Dispute" long enough to read my blog post the other day, because it's been silent nights since then. (and yes, foxes can read. and what exactly is the plural of fox anyway?)
These things take time. I know that, you know that, we all know that. I just need to remind myself of that. I may be a super cool, wicked awesome, fun girl but I am not going to arrive in a foreign country and just *poof* have a new set of friends and fabulous, stress-free life ready and waiting for me (but ummmmm, seriously, how amazing would that be?!) For me, this experience is about going beyond my comfort zone. It's about putting myself out there and embracing the anxiety and fear of a new challenge and putting it to use. It is about growing as an individual and as a couple and I need to remember that. Rome wasn't built in a day and my new life won't be either.
It's going to take time.
and many (many) pints at the pub.
Until then I will be taking applications for new friends in the UK. Bonus points if you know Prince William personally. Automatic entry into the European best friend slot if you know anyone who works for Cadbury Chocolate.
*and just for reference jorts = jean shorts aka don't do it. ever. unless you did, do, or will go to the University of Florida.
Hey, if I can't watch college football from over here, the very least I can do it google Gaters in jorts. It provides hours of entertainment for all ages.