Pine is not just a tree

Today is a very strange day for me.  Though I have a lot going on that is positive; got a new job with great folks and have the best husband evah; I find myself feeling a bit melancholy.  The worst part is I have no idea why.  I do think a little of it is missing things.  Strangely I do find myself pining a bit for someone who sounds like me.  What is so strange is that I have always loved the English accents and I still do but not hearing an American accent in person for a while can be a bit of a strain.  I must admit that when I was wanting to get over here so badly I thought people were pretty wimpy for being homesick but I can understand it a bit now.  I don't really miss American per se, I miss certain things like how it looked in my countryside, my friends who can relate and had the same experiences as me etc.  Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy the adventure, but I am fairly certain that even Indiana Jones liked to chill out at home occasionally with the things he cherished and people he loved and knew.  Change is good, but humans are creatures of habit and I have learned that I am more human than I thought.  Nothing world shattering just a little heart achey and meh for a bit.  Its completely overwhelmed when I see things like I did this past Monday, 2 May at the greenman festival in clun.  There was more breathtaking vistas than I could have imagined and my face hurt from smiling in just pure joy.  Life is good but it has all kinds of moments.  It doesn't hurt to acknowledge them.