Up, up and away

Only four or five years ago, I couldn’t adjust to college life only two hours away from home.  I called daily for the first few weeks, at times begging to be brought home.  I just “couldn’t do it”.  Well, I did it.  Even if it meant coming home every weekend and then later on every other weekend.  Even when I “moved in” with P for a year or so, I still made a point to go home every time I was in for the weekend.  I always thought I’d end up married and with kids here in Kentucky, seeing my family on weekends and calling at least someone every evening.

And then I moved to England.  How’s that for a different direction?

I know people thought I probably wouldn’t do it or go through with it.  I know the type of person I am, and I have to tell ya, even I doubted myself and my decision to move there at times.  Hell, I still do.  But then I think about how much I’ve matured and grown as a person and how much I have left to grow, and I know it’s all for the best.

But now it’s getting harder to leave.  Really, really hard.  Now I’m craving that little house with N here in Louisville.  I want those nightly phone calls and weekend lunches/visits.  I want to settle down and have kids.  I feel like I’m done with living elsewhere.  I want to put down roots, and I just don’t see that happening in London.

Erg.  This is all just stream of consciousness writing to ease my nerves.  I don’t feel like any of this is making any sense, so I’ll leave off here.

Memom wanted a bit more of an upbeat entry, so hopefully this’ll suffice.  Not exactly jumping for joy, but not weeping either.


If you’re interested in getting in touch, tweet me at @stephanie_khani or @londondiaries1.  Alternatively you can email me at emailthelondondiaries [at] gmail.com.


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