Sunday morning ramblings.
Last night, I woke up at 3am to find that Vincent still hadn't gone to bed. I was sure he fell asleep on the couch, so I walked downstairs to make him come to bed. But he was still up, playing video games. He saw me and turned it off and I sat in his lap for a good 10 minutes just snuggling. He told me to stay there while he finished playing but I was too tired, so I went back upstairs. He wound up just turning it off and coming straight to bed. I slept much better with him there.
It's really nice that over a full year after moving to London, I still have no regrets whatsoever.
I miss my family and friends a lot today, but I still stand by my decision and if I were to do it again I would make the same choice every time. It is strange how being with this 1 person softens the blow of being away from every other person I have ever known and loved. Being away from him was infinitely harder. That part never ceases to amaze me.
Aside from the lovey dovey stuff, this is the right place for me in other ways.
I have a fantastic job. I teach music 4 days a week to primary aged children at a supportive school who are currently "buying me" from the agency so that I will be on their contract for next year. I love my job! and it gives me the flexibility I need.
I have MS. This knowledge may be less than a year old, but it certainly doesn't feel like new news to me anymore. But the care I have gotten here just amazes me. My medication is free and delivered to my house every month. Back home I would be looking at paying thousands a month for this stuff. After reading MS forums, I know for a fact that this is a far better place for me...
Another thing: I just really love living in England. It is hard to imagine living in America at this point. People here understand that there is more to life than work. The government seems to actually care about its people. People don't take themselves as seriously. I don't have the same kind of anxiety I had back home. Everything just feels more relaxed.
I have to say that... I love it here. It's home now. I never thought I would wind up saying this, in a million years. It's funny how much things can change, especially perspective, in such a short time...
It's really nice that over a full year after moving to London, I still have no regrets whatsoever.
I miss my family and friends a lot today, but I still stand by my decision and if I were to do it again I would make the same choice every time. It is strange how being with this 1 person softens the blow of being away from every other person I have ever known and loved. Being away from him was infinitely harder. That part never ceases to amaze me.
Aside from the lovey dovey stuff, this is the right place for me in other ways.
I have a fantastic job. I teach music 4 days a week to primary aged children at a supportive school who are currently "buying me" from the agency so that I will be on their contract for next year. I love my job! and it gives me the flexibility I need.
I have MS. This knowledge may be less than a year old, but it certainly doesn't feel like new news to me anymore. But the care I have gotten here just amazes me. My medication is free and delivered to my house every month. Back home I would be looking at paying thousands a month for this stuff. After reading MS forums, I know for a fact that this is a far better place for me...
Another thing: I just really love living in England. It is hard to imagine living in America at this point. People here understand that there is more to life than work. The government seems to actually care about its people. People don't take themselves as seriously. I don't have the same kind of anxiety I had back home. Everything just feels more relaxed.
I have to say that... I love it here. It's home now. I never thought I would wind up saying this, in a million years. It's funny how much things can change, especially perspective, in such a short time...