The sun came out

In more ways than one.  Today it's been snowing really heavily and in between sunshine and it all looks so beautiful and glisteny and like a fairytale that I'm somehow, weirdly despite everything, happy to be here.  Sometimes I think life was too easy back home - I know how weird that sounds and I haven't suddenly become all Swedish and enjoy being depressed, but somehow all the challenges of the last few weeks, from the tiny basic things like not being able to read the back of a pack of pasta to work out how to cook it, like the most major wobble in my marriage in a long time, I feel alive.  Shitty and freaked out and mad as hell sometimes, but really, really alive.