Severely missing

I am so grateful for the sunshine (or as they would call it here, heat wave) that has been blanketing over Brighton in the past week. It has made all those months of winter forgivable. 

I love the feeling of waking up to the view of summer from my bed. Lush green leaves swaying gently and cherry blossoms waving in the distance.

I love the fact that I now live in shorts and flip flops. I am still adamant that this is just meant to be my life long dress code. No more hassle of layering up the jumpers and socks, and I can now tuck away the winter coats. 

I love how it has become a ritual for the housemate and I to have our morning coffee in the sunshine at the door step. All that fresh air and sunshine with little bugs scuttling about makes the oncoming work load almost bearable. I also love the fact that my legs are no longer wallpaper-paste-white like it was in the winter. I even love how walking 20 metres in this sunshine now causes me to break into a sweat, because it is a reminder of home. The only difference is that at home, I will be walking towards an air conditioned car, not participating in a walkathon to the supermarket. 

It's okay, I still enjoy it. It's one of the beauties of staying in England, you begin to appreciate the sun like there is no tomorrow. 

I love how lively England seems at the moment. And how loud everyone has become. Maybe because the windows are now constantly open that the whole world seems to chatter away into our living space. I don't however, enjoy the sound of mating sea gulls and cats in the middle of the night. But I guess it's that or the sound of... never mind. I love the sound of the ice cream van making its way up our hill, and the sight of children happily running around, enjoying their inflatable swimming pool. Often, while procrastinating on my break, I sit at the doorstep stalking people watching. It's calming, and a reminder that there is life outside this panicked state of mind.

I love how butterflies constantly make their way into our home. I wonder if they know that they are the cause of my distress at the moment; and my pitiful attempts at designing a residential area for butterfly farming. But because they are beautiful, delicate little creatures, I let them get away with freedom. 

I don't think I can say the same for spiders and flies, though. 

I look forward to the summer, the real summer. 

Days that buses feel too warm and people smell too odd (sad, but true.)

Days that indoors become hotter than outdoors.

Days that I won't have to lock myself at home to do work, 

days that I will spend at the pebbled beach, roasting away with many red, beer smelling lobsters around me. Days that I can spend browsing around the Lanes in quirky shops, 

shopping, lunching, and just enjoying the sun without any form of guilt. 

The only thing I'm missing is my special someone to share it all with. 

Not a day has gone by without me wishing for you to be right here with me.