Homesick

Lately I get whiny a lot.  Some days I even cry....in the grocery store.  Oh, it doesn't take much, just seeing a can of Heinz beans and missing going to a pub for breakfast is enough to do it.  Because, well, as much as I was glad to leave G's job, I miss England.  We both do.  


It's strange to feel out of place in your own home country.  But we do.  We miss market days (yes they have them here, complete with rude people who run over your feet with a stroller and never notice, much less care, and no people yelling hawking their goods).  We miss coffee at the Portuguese grocer.  We miss the abbeys, the nature reserves, the tea.  We miss the slower pace, the store keepers who don't get in your face, the excitement this time of year because of preparing for Christmas fayres, not because of crazy materialism.  

I don't want anyone thinking I hate the US, I don't.  It has it's perks (certainly one is that not everything is closed after 5 p.m. here).  And we're adjusting, but just enough to make do, because we want to leave.  We thought we would stay here for 8, maybe even 12 years, and now all we talk of when the topic comes up is of going home.  Maybe England, hopefully Belgium, and we would not scoff at Germany.  And as a pick me up, I decided to post pics of England.  Enjoy!