I have now been in England for a month and a half and homesickness is creeping up on me. Of course I am quite happy that I made the decision to move here and be with my now husband, but there are certain things that I expect a summer to entail, which this British summer has been horribly lacking.
Every summer in my memory has been hot and sunny. I have always developed a tan, become noticibly blonder, craved the beach, ate lots of watermelon, kept an ample supply of sun lotion or after sun lotion, and generally complained about the inability to cool off. This summer, however, I am nearly as white as my British husband, my hair color hasn't changed, I've searched for excuses to stay inside, I've barely seen the sun and I find myself wrapped up under blankets in a feeble attempt to keep warm.
The weather forecasters blame the jet stream for this unusually cool and rainy summer. I've been informed by natives that even for England this weather is not the norm. Regardless of why it's been pissing it down (to use a British term), I am quite honestly done with it.
On the bright side, the sun is shining today. I've been able to go for a run the past two days thanks to the forgiving weather, and getting outside definitely helps to dissipate feelings of homesickness. The forecasters are predicting warmer weather and sunnier skies this coming week. We've even popped a tent in the back yard and are going to have a bar-b-q tomorrow. Hopefully, the rain was just a phase that we've finally got over, and I will be happy to see my homesickness follow it out.
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