A Matter of Perspective

There is no such thing as perfect. There is no such thing as ideal. There is only what is in front of us and it is always mixed. What you take away from it is entirely up to you. So when I realized that there was no option available to me except to leave London my initial reaction was to regret what I was about to lose.

I am going to miss my friends. I'm going to miss my garden and shopping in Camden market with Anne, even though I wont get a tattoo in memory. There will never be another neighborhood with as many amazing bakeries as this one. The space needle will never ever be as amazing as Westminster Abbey and the museums aren't remotely comparable to the British Museum or even the boring ones. And I am really really going to miss my friends...

But as I pack two things occur to me. The first being that I have managed to accumulate a ridiculous amount of stuff that I wont be able to take with me. The second is that I'm going to be with all the people and things that I've been missing for the past 2 years. I'm going to get to read books to my niece and nephew and attempt to have conversations with my sister while they play. I'm going to see friends and family. I'm going to be able to go to the SPA whenever I wish and I will finally be able to get some good Mexican food. And to top it off, until I find a job I will be sitting by my parents pool in a hammock with a book enjoying the best part of the summer.

I don't know what happens next. I do know that I'm lucky. I'm incredibly lucky to have people and places and experiences that I can miss this much in not just one but two continents... and some islands as well.