I Heart England
I can already tell I’m going to have a hard time adjusting to life back in the desert. I’m feeling huge emotion fluctuations. I mean usually driving all alone between ‘home’ and work I take on the emotions of whatever song is coming out of my MP3, but this week its been twice as bad.
Last night I was awake for about an hour tossing and turning packing my luggage in my head. I am SO excited to get off that plane, trudge through customs, wait until my bag (inevitable the last one to come off the plane) comes down the belt, then run full speed into my husband’s arms.
But then there’s England. I didn’t give it enough credit. I didn’t expect the countryside to be so beautiful and that its peacefulness would rub off. I didn’t picture myself enjoying the fact that I have no house chores to do so I could spend my afternoons working out then laying out with a good book. I didn’t think I’d see the sun the whole time I was here but it has been gorgeous most of the time. I didn’t know that this country emparted on my coworkers the desire to hang out with a good meal and a fun movie.
I really have had a good time here and if I could just transfer my hubby and my dogs over here I’d be a happy girl. But it is time to go home. Back to my desert. Back to Mexican food. Back to good TV and decent music. Back to where everything doesn’t cost me twice as much as it should. Back to where my family is.
But there are some things I really will miss about this country. Most of all I’ll miss the driving. I’m not kidding. Here I feel like a race car driver. Roads big enough for one car where two have to pass. Twists and turns enough to make your head spin. Dodging in and out of round-abouts. Driving is a joy here and I’m taking full advantage of the special ‘S’ button in my car for my last few days. Don’t ask me what the S stands for, but I suspect its for “Seriously Asking for a Speeding Ticket but There’s No Cops Around”.
