Turns out I'm not completely heartless and this weekend was a tough one. Its quite simple. I miss my family. I saw them a month ago (most of them), but I still miss my family. Really badly.
I have not felt this homesick since I lived in the states 9 years ago.
I had all these wonderful plans to go and visit them in March, but due to some unforeseen circumstances, it turns out we can't anymore (it might have something to do with the fact that I won't have a passport ... one of the side effects of changing nationalities) and it caused me to mope around the house (whenever no-one could see me) the whole weekend.
Because we also went to the Peak District for a lovely weekend away with friends to celebrate a birthday (thankfully not mine yet).
But this morning, I just miss my family again.
Oh no! My husband is also homesick. It must be so hard for you. I don't miss it at all.