There are times when I am talking about home that people have to stop and ask me where home is exactly. I don't blame them since I refer to both living in Milan as well as the house my parents live in as HOME. However when I leave Milan I don't often miss it. Please don't misunderstand me, I of course miss Govanni and wish that he were sharing in all the same experiences as Lottie and myself, however it is only when I leave Utah that the aching, meloncholy feelings set in. Maybe it is because in Utah there is never a shortage of people to visit with (inculding many Family members) and it seems that there is always something going on. In Milan our life is also full of parties to attend and great friends to hang out with, but I find myself having to invent things during the day to stay motivated... aside from the daily tasks of washing dishes, clothes, ironing , cleaning, cooking, ect...I don't know!
What ever it is I hope the feeling goes away soon! It always is so hard on poor Giovanni, I love him so very much and am Grateful that he understands how important going "home" is for me!