The news just arrived at my desk that one of the women in my office is leaving. At first I was very sad to see her go (and still am) but now I am very happy for her. She is originally from the UK and she has grown weary of the states (and I do not blame her) and she is returning home after 30 years in California. Come to find out, she and her husband split up but as of right now are still living together. Boy, do I know that song and dance well. So instead of finding a home here she is moving away. 

I am so terribly jealous. I want to move more than I need air. I’m sure I would miss California (sunshine alone) but I don’t feel like I belong here. London felt more like home to me than any place I have been to before. The thought has crossed my mind of just immigrating but then I’d constantly be living in fear of being deported. In addition I don’t even know how I would do it to be quite honest. I don’t know how anyone would even dream of attempting it the thought is so scary. 

Two years in a row the husband and I took a trip to London. This year we will not and it feels strange. My heart aches for something I hardly know. 

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