New Beginnings...

In my final days of American living I find myself trying to prepare myself for the unknown and unknowable. I try to imagine what my new life in England... will it resemble the whimsy of Narnia, the romance of Notting Hill or (insert other lovable English setting film here.) The more my mind wanders the more I begin to realize there really is no way to prepare myself for what is my new life will be. I can drink tea, lock myself in stand in freezers, practice my accent but these things will not in themselves acclimate me to England. While sorting through my various belongings I find myself astonished by my odd attachment to clothing and the massive amount of items I have accumulated over the years. To be honest, with every item I sold or threw away I felt a freedom from the burden that is also created by these things. Condensing my life into two suitcases has been frustrating but a surreal and rewarding challenge. No matter what eclectic mix of emotions I have felt during this process I continue to feel excited and hopeful for my new future. Moving 5,000 miles to establish myself in a new country is one small step for me and one giant leap for... well I am not sure exactly how it goes or if it certainly applies here but when in Rome...