I live in a eurozone country that is in deep shite financially at the moment, huge cuts, unemployment and more and more barefaced corruption coming to light each day. Been here for about 12 years and used to love it, but got more and more disillusioned over the years. It's difficult here in many ways with kids.
DH is from here, his elderly (80s) parents live here and he's an only child. for various other complex reason too boring to go into here, there is no way (bar a lottery win) we could ever move to the UK, it's too complex really for us to get back for a holiday and so I haven't been back in 7 years.
And, actually, mostly I don't want to...but I watched the OC and loved it and it reminded me (I grew up near London) of home. I don't know...it pulled at the heartstrings somehow. DS came home from summerschool (he's 4) with a colouring in of a London bus with the olympic rings on and I welled up as he has no idea about London, never been there. He's never seen where I come from..and goodness knows when he ever will.
I don't know, I'm rambling. Just feeling a bit cut off from it all. Anyone sort of get what I'm expressing really badly?