What's more I finally finished my canvas.
This painting is pure nostalgia for home. I miss England to the point when sometimes I feel like it will overwhelm me but still.... I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. A friend posted this quote of Keats on Facebook and it describes my feelings perfectly.
Happy is England! I could be content
To see no other verdure than its own;
To feel no other breezes than are blown
Through its tall woods with high romances blent:
Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment
For skies Italian, and an inward groan
To sit upon an Alp as on a throne,
And half forget what world or worldling meant.