It is so strange. Suddenly, and quite out of the blue today I am feeling low, and rather depressed, and yearning to be away from this scorching desert.
I think it is common knowledge that this place is not ideal for me in very many ways. I am not a suburban dweller, and I am not someone who loves the desert, although there are many people who do.
Most of the time though I manage to make do, and I choose to be happy, knowing that it is not forever, and that one day, sometime in the future we will move to somewhere more temperate. A place that has seasons, and regular rain, and chilly misty mornings, and fall leaves that one can scrunch through, and summer afternoons that one can sit out in and enjoy, and a view of green fields, and just plain grey, drizzly days that are perfect for hiding inside with a good book.
For now though I am sad, and I am missing England, and perhaps I just need to feel that way today. That's all.