It saved my life. I spent most of October, November and December of 2004 alone and depressed and suicidal. My best friend begged me to hang on until I experienced London. I came within moments of actually killing myself twice in Nov/Dec of 2004, but I remembered her words and I hung on. It changed me. Within 48 hours of my plane touching down, I realized that I was actually happy for the first time in months. It was like a miracle.
I have spent the last ten years missing that country with all my heart. I belong there. When I left, I felt sure that I would return within two years. Instead, I got married. And every time we've tried to plan a move across the Pond, something has come up. Right now we are waiting for Sparrow to complete the 3rd grade (as he is in the German immersion program at his school, and we have been informed that once the student finishes 3rd grade they are considered fluent.) And then I will go Home again.
So I will bide my time and get my degree and Hawk will get his, we'll start networking across the Atlantic and someone will eventually snatch our employable faces up. In the meantime, perhaps I will get to visit my homeland for my birthday this year. I will watch ALL the British television. I will continue to research best ways to emigrate. And I will eat all the British chocolate I can get my hands on. Amen.