Ami’s 4th B-Day
28 Weeks.
That’s how long it’s been since I moved to England. No, I didn’t count. That’s how long it’s been since my iPhone was backed up (too many pictures of cute cousins).
I was sitting next to Alan earlier today when I realized the date: exactly seven months since I landed in England. We briefly reflected on how things have changed in that time. Yesterday morning when I awoke I did not expect to see him in the evening, but in the middle of the day, he decided to drive up. The last time an impromptu visit occurred, he surprised me on a Wednesday night and six days later, drove me to the airport. Now, I’m back in the USA, happily dating the best guy ever, and job hunting.
Since returning “Stateside”, I’ve continued to realize how important people are to me. I moved a lot growing up, and as a result, I didn’t ever see myself “settling” into a place. I held a kind of disdain for people who felt the need to stick close to their families (because there is so much to see, and how will you see it if you never leave). While permanent roots in one location is not something I desire, I cannot forget how important it is for me to be able to see the people I care about (or at least talk to them) relatively easily. BUT, just as we are all in evolution, I leave my feelings on living in one place or many places free to ebb and flow.
I am enjoying being in Virginia. The weather is improving beautifully, I can walk barefoot, wear Chacos and shorts, and begin thinking about tubing and fires at the river. This weekend is Easter. I’m listening to the warming up of beautiful violin music (have I mentioned the talented violinist I’m dating?). And, tonight for dinner, homemade whole wheat pizza!
Oh, and for a hilarious take on the many MANY articles written to “inform” girls of the 10 things guys do/don’t like, read this.
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