There are times when I can have a very spontaneous and a quite random pang to do something completely unusual. I think that's what makes me, me and I think that's also what adds flair to my usually dull life. I live my life vicariously through readings and movies, many people do, but for me it's a wholly different experience--at least I'd like to think so.

When I was in seventh grade, I remember that for my English class, we did a whole workshop on English literature & culture. I remember I was completely and utterly captivated. For me, it seemed that England and the surrounding British Isles held a certain magic that America lacked. It was since then that my fascination with the UK began. I told my English teacher I would someday be accepted into Oxford University and pick up an English accent while I was there--silly, I know.

As time went by, my desire to live in England and go to university there, dissipated. The many obstacles of life combined with the challenges in overcoming them pretty much took care of that. I would often go back and think about how lovely it would be to live abroad, and to have new experiences so different from my life now. Those thoughts quickly faded, they were just temporary.

Recently, those feelings of starting over anew where nobody knows you, have started to creep back. That feeling of anxiety and restlessness are all too present. I need to go. Where? England, specifically London, where the weather is usually mild in comparison to California and where the the fog is a typical occurrence. I really want to move to England, yes, it's crazy. What do I know about getting there? Absolutely nothing,I don't even know anybody over there! It makes the whole idea of going over there seem improbable, but not impossible. Who is to say I can't make it happen? My greatest obstacle will be myself, and If I really want it, I have to try, right? Wish me luck!

With Love,
Nikke