Emigrating is a tough thing to do. I fully expected my first bout of homesickness around the 6-month mark, brought on by one of the following :
Missing salt & vinegar crisps, custard, decent bacon sarnies, etc.
Missing the sea
Missing seeing Saints play.
Well, I've managed to find the various food items, found a decent stretch of Adriatic to walk along, and thanks to Rupey and Mikeys sterling efforts to wreck SFC, I am happy to say 8 months on I am still homesickness-free..
Thanks guys ! :smt023