here

That's the difference.

When you're coming back home and you know there's someone who loves you waiting for you; when you're coming back home from another home, which you feel yours as well, because it has so much love inside; when you're coming back home and you don't feel alone, even if concretely you are, even if this city is not your home at all.

When you're coming back home and then you arrive, and there's a letter of your father which tells all this much, and so much more.

I cried, and I'm still crying,

but that's different.

Dear all,

my English lecturer says I should write something in English, so here I am.

Living here means hearing a lot, but because of I spend 99% of time with my boyfriend, it means I never speak English, apart from academic life, but that's obviously different. Ehm.. What else? I could choose each time a specific topic to talk about, and today I'll talk about the weather and of the day, that imeans today's weather (that's easy, isn't it?).

This morning we woke up at 10 o'clock, we went to Liverpool Street where a fantastic local street market was waiting for us (that's not a translation from italian, reaaaaaaally!), and where we didn't buy anything. There were so many cute things, but actually too expensive. Anyway while we were travelling around these stands, it started snowing.. COOOOOL!! Well, I mean, COOOLD. That has been the third time of snowing since I am here. That's funny 'cause before we came my sister said it never snows here, nevah nevah nevah. Ridiculous!

After eating something hot (and terribly fat) Lor has gone to his rugby trainers and I'm just come back at home, our little, warm, house. Then the moral of the story is home sweet home.

That's all for today, I'm sorry for this first, awful, article.