Home

Ahh... Home from work, what a great feeling it is to realize that for few remaining hours of the day I don't have to think about anything if I don't want to. I can just sit and stare at the tv with my mouth half open...or eat my favourite food - that's if I have the energy to actually make it.
Today I had Lasagne for lunch at work. It was ok, but I have to say that moments like that makes me always miss home more than anything. My mother makes the best lasagne ever and I am not the only one who says that - if you don't believe me, go taste it yourself. She must have a secret incredient because I can never quite get the similar taste to my lasagne, even though I really love cooking. Oh well... maybe one day I'll learn.
So where was I... that's right - home. My home is in London now. I've been living here for 2 and a half months. Before I moved here I had this image of London being some magical place where it is never boring. The weather has always been sunny when I've been here and I've always had the greatest time. Even the first 2 weeks after I moved here it was sunny - I tought that the "rainy england" was just a urban legend and that it wasn't really true. I guess I still think London is great but in another way...