An end, and then a new beginning.
Change is here again. Yes, the seasons are changing, yes babies are growing up and teenagers are attending their last homecoming... but change has just flown in to my life again too. Or, rather, I am flying into it. I should not be surprised by this change, actually, I have been planning it, or thinking about planning it for some time; but what I was surprised to discover was the pang of sadness in my stomach when I clicked "purchase" and bought a one-way ticket back to Mother England.
I should be ready to fly away from the nest, find my own sticks and build my own home in another tree, but every time I come home, the nest here just feels so safe and comfortable - the big world is scary, and what if I forget how to fly? The forest is no longer made of soft grass and flowers, these days it is cement, full of cigarette butts and swarming with double-decker buses that will run you over without a second glance. But onward I go anyway, the little blue bird, flying with the eagles and hoping they don't eat her.
Okay, enough analogies.
I am moving back to London. And I am both incredibly excited and incredibly scared
Current Status: unemployed and homeless, but with lots of friends that will get a chance to prove their worth by letting me crash on their floor (with two huge suitcases in tow)
Date of Departure: Nov. 20th, at the bright and early hour of 6:15 am
I will leave the USA, a little pre-mature, before all of the glories of the American holidays - before Thanksgiving, before Christmas, before Black Friday... I am hoping Christmas in London is as lovely as it appears in Love Actually - who knows, maybe I will even find love? But lets not get mine or anyone else's hopes up just yet.
And so the London countdown begins (maybe I will even make those paper rings, like the ones little kids make for Christmas!) - D.C next week, then Boston & NYC, followed by my brother's golden birthday, and a fake Thanksgiving. All leading up to my first plane ride as a completely independent, uninsured, incredible in debt, emotionally unstable adult. Thank goodness I'm a Christian - God is gonna have a lot of me to deal with these next few months.
I should be ready to fly away from the nest, find my own sticks and build my own home in another tree, but every time I come home, the nest here just feels so safe and comfortable - the big world is scary, and what if I forget how to fly? The forest is no longer made of soft grass and flowers, these days it is cement, full of cigarette butts and swarming with double-decker buses that will run you over without a second glance. But onward I go anyway, the little blue bird, flying with the eagles and hoping they don't eat her.
Okay, enough analogies.
I am moving back to London. And I am both incredibly excited and incredibly scared
Current Status: unemployed and homeless, but with lots of friends that will get a chance to prove their worth by letting me crash on their floor (with two huge suitcases in tow)
Date of Departure: Nov. 20th, at the bright and early hour of 6:15 am
I will leave the USA, a little pre-mature, before all of the glories of the American holidays - before Thanksgiving, before Christmas, before Black Friday... I am hoping Christmas in London is as lovely as it appears in Love Actually - who knows, maybe I will even find love? But lets not get mine or anyone else's hopes up just yet.
And so the London countdown begins (maybe I will even make those paper rings, like the ones little kids make for Christmas!) - D.C next week, then Boston & NYC, followed by my brother's golden birthday, and a fake Thanksgiving. All leading up to my first plane ride as a completely independent, uninsured, incredible in debt, emotionally unstable adult. Thank goodness I'm a Christian - God is gonna have a lot of me to deal with these next few months.