First twinge of homesickness.

Maybe it was my dreams, or maybe it was the pile of cushions I slept on, but I woke up this morning feeling unmistakably miserable. I suppose it's a natural follow-up to the thoughtfulness of yesterday. I guess I just miss home. I miss my mum and I miss my friends.

Last night it snowed. I went outside for a cigarette and thought there was ash falling from the sky.

I am heading out soon, to find some lunch and coffee. My hostel is all booked out so I think I will spend another night at my cousin Sophie's house. We had some lovely conversations the other night about family and connections, it is lovely to have that with her.

Being such a social person, it is very strange for me not have friends around. This is part of the learning process, being overseas. I want to be okay to spend time alone, and I don't want to need people all the time. I do, however, miss having a group of people to just hang out with. People who don't need to ask me where I'm from, what I do, why I'm here and what my plan is. Conversation is just so much easier with people you know. I suppose that's obvious though isn't it.


I shall end this blog with a handy tip.

Probably don't listen to The Smiths when you are sad.