Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

Never have I felt the reality of that phrase more keenly! I am so eager to see Lily, my little 7-pound fluff-ball cupcake, it almost hurts.

 
I am so eager to have the warmth and heat that you normally associate with the month of June. I am eager to grill burgers, get back to work with Lil visiting people at our local hospital, eager to be useful instead of at leisure. But. But . . .

I have fallen in love with Oxford. Deep, hard, forever. Greg too, I think. And we are already thinking about how we will get back here. For those of you who don't know, Greg and I spent a year in London 12 years ago, a wonderful, yea, fabulous year in the heart of London, in an amazing flat, in a great neighborhood. But I have long known that I am a "townie", not an urban dweller. So while we loved that year in London, Oxford is more "us".

 What a strange feeling to be so glad to come home, but leaving the Postmaster's House (behind us there), I felt very wistful. Through that large wooden gate is a beautiful courtyard with pond, and this is what I see out our kitchen window every morning:

And all the views and places we have grown so fond of . . .

Maybe this was why Aberdeen struck me as so monotonous, coming from colorful streets such as Broad Street, above. Just to the left of this view is the Sheldonian Theater, with all those wonderful heads:

And then "our" street, Merton Street . . . 

Thanks for reading my little diary here - as of today, June 26th, the site logged over 1000 hits! Woo-weee! I'm about to head up to Mom's to pick up Lily, it's hot and steamy outside, and the flowers in the backyard have grown alot in three weeks. It's great to be home. But where Tony Bennett left his heart in San Francisco, we have left a signifcant part of ours in Oxford. If you ever get the chance, do go visit! And maybe you'll fall in love too. Cheers, all, with love - Kate.