It feels a lot like jealousy, but with a heap more anticipation. Maybe it’s the feeling of missing out? Or maybe it’s homesickness wrapped in a blanket of Hoosier pride. Whatever it is and whatever you call it, I miss the Indianapolis 500. It didn’t hit until just this weekend when the sun came out (as did the shorts and t-shirts, #sunsoutgunsout) and my friends near and far posted photos online of them at Carb Day, at the parade, at the Snakepit Ball, and any of the tens of other festivities throughout Indianapolis this weekend. But…
It’s been exactly three months since I’ve moved to the UK. I’m nearly settled in (except for our non-existent kitchen) and have a weekly routine now. Slowly but surely, the UK is becoming my home. I have definitely not been blogging as much as I want to nor as much as I should to keep everyone in the US updated, but it honestly hasn’t been a priority since I’ve been here. There are so many other daily challenges to navigate, and since half of my job is now creating verbal content, sometimes I feel…