I am sitting in LAX typing this. I have no cellular service, and there doesn’t seem to be any free wi-fi, even at Starbucks. It is 1.36pm Pacific Time, and my flight leaves at 4pm. I am due to arrive in London at 10.40am Thursday, which is the middle of the night here in Los Angeles.
It is possible that by the time this actually gets posted, I will already be in London.
Weddings do not get to me at all, but funerals and goodbyes have me blubbering like a scolded child every time.
Economic necessity requires this move. It is possible that I will be back, at this point in time there are a lot of options and choices to be made.
I have learnt in life to never say never, and now is no exception. Where will I be in six months time? Almost certainly still in London. In a year quite possibly. Beyond that, who knows?
That perhaps sounds strange coming from someone who likes to make a plan ‘A’ and then plans ‘B’ and ‘C’ also, but I also like to keep those options open too.
One thing is almost certain though. As I am not aware of there being any Wifi on the flight my next posts will be from the Old Country, from Blighty, from London.
In the US I have often heard said jokingly, “Watch out! The British are coming!”
Well this Brit is going… home.
America, I still love you, but for now… London’s Calling. See you on the other side.