Maybe I should explain a bit about why I’ve made this ludicrous (to some) decision to sell up, pack up and drag 2 OAP dogs thousands of miles across the Atlantic.
I could list hundreds of reasons, and believe me they do exist as I have them jotted down all over the place but I’ll try and condense them so as not to cause offence or boredom. Stuff happens in life that we all cope with, accept and move on from. I figure I got all my ‘shit’ in one fail swoop and when I looked around my support network had disappeared (thanks guys). From this a severe mistrust of people, a huge dislike of the UK and all it’s policies and a long, long line of god awful, crap jobs finally made me decide I could do better than this if I went as far away as possible. And so here I am waiting for my house to sell for the 2nd time, planning visas, teacher training courses, rabies jabs (for the dogs – not me), storage facilities and all the rest. It’s bloody stressful I can tell you and downright scary but I figure you’re better off feeling ‘alone’ in this world if you do it somewhere you truly love – and for me that is the U S of A. As I said to a friend this morning, I would rather be stood against a wall and shot at point blank range than ever return to this country so I guess anyone who gives a damn had better make the most of me as the ball is rolling and that plane ticket doesn’t say ‘return’ on it! Somewhere in this world there is a ‘me’ shaped hole – I just have to get out there and find it.