...if you aren't coming back?
Now that everyone knows our plans and I think I have the support of my family and friends in our decision to live in the UK, I feel like I'm ready for it to happen now. Now. Yesterday. Soon.
I have never been very good with being patient.
I found myself being very slack with work last week. This week I almost considered letting one of our clinicians interpret for her own client (something I'm vehemently against for ethical and boundary reasons) just so that I could take some time off and go to Atlanta to see Liz and Andrew before they head back to the UK this weekend...why? Of course because I love them dearly, but also because they are a link to Simon and a link to my new life...and because if Andrew talks to me long enough I can almost hear the Yorkshire in his voice.
Liz will get me for that one, I'm sure...love you, ebeth. Mmmmmwa.
Simon and I started going through my collection of Very Important Things that Must Move With Me Everytime I Move while he was here...boxes of old receipts, tons of old photographs, clothes that haven't been out of boxes in more than five years...stuff. It's all just stuff and I still have a good metric TON to go through before I move.
Before I move...in February of 2009. I say it like that and it sounds like it's a million miles away. But if I let myself think on it too long it's right around the corner and I start feeling like I'm never going to get everything done on time.
Serious Vacation Head. Can you call in sick for that?
Almost TOO Irish, that. Go raibh míle maith agat to Chris Heffron (of the Southern Travel Guide ) for this great shot from last Sund...
She truly was transcontinental. You know, I'm sitting here staring at the blank screen and can't even bring myself to type the w...
love Originally uploaded by Nancy Dunne I've been thinking (since before I even left the UK) about what I wanted to say here at ...