Ugh

In case my recent posts were a little too roses, sunshine and love for you, I just got hit with a 30 minute bout of homesickness.  I HATE being homesick.  My typical cure for homesickness is a warm shower and pajama time, and it worked tonight.  And I'm sure it'll work again next time it strikes.  But it blows.

As great as my job is (and honestly, if I felt comfortable blogging extensively about work there would be several long "Oh my God I am so ridiculously lucky" entries about how great this job is going to be and how great the people I'm working with are) ... as great as it is, it is not great to be across the ocean from my husband, my cat, my friends.  Skype is great and Google voice is a miracle.  Both of those things are true.  This town is so unbelievably beautiful.  It's easy to get around and I'm meeting people both in and out of work.  I know things will get better, but the thing that probably won't be better is being away from my life.  Being away from Pete and Sophie is probably going to be the worst part of this.  And that sucks.  That said, I'd rather be homesick than have a terrible job and be homesick or be in a terrible place and be homesick.  So, I'll survive.  And just count down the days 'til I get to see Peter.