Friday morning two bright orange envelopes made their way through my mail slot and unceremoniously onto the undeniably ratty carpet of my little flat. As much as this beautiful city charms me the little piece of home that found me thousands of miles away kept me warm as I walked through the rain on that increasingly cold October morning. I'm slowly building a small gallery of greeting cards on the shelf over my desk. Lined up in order of arrival each one reminds me of what I have waiting for me on the other side of the pond. Little ink hearts "We love yous" and "We miss yous" etch themselves in my mind and follow me around as I wander. Phone calls and video chats keep me close but on those days when I just can't seem to find the time those little hand written messages are there and suddenly and just for a moment there isn't an ocean between us. If I'm being honest I'm really not homesick and I'm not counting the days until my return. I truly love this old city and am enjoying every moment of my time here, but at the same time there are certain things that just can't be replaced.
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