It really is hard to believe I am in England celebrating it. Wow! How fortunate am I?
All my life I've wanted to do this very thing and now I've come over and gotten a good sampling of what is out here and I just want more. As I've been able to rest up here at my aunt and uncles house I've been feeling a little sad to be going home. Its funny because when the customs guy hassled me about being sure to leave the country I really felt like saying, it can't come soon enough. But now that I've been able to catch my breath I can honestly say I hate the idea of going home. I don't want to get caught up yet, I don't want to be there thinking how much I liked this or that thing in Europe. I love it here! Or I should I say love/hate it here because I've gone through times where I just want things to be like they are at home and then like now I don't want to do it like I've always done it.
I know its time to get back to reality, get a job, get some money, get real Karen. But I don't think this adventure is over just yet. And maybe the adventure doesn't take me to the Caribbean on a yacht or on to South America and around the world but there is something better to come I'm sure of it. I just saw some job postings on the ACA website and there are some great jobs out there that I am qualified for and would include many things I've been looking for as well. So there is hope. I am encouraged. Now where to start when I get back, who knows. I kinda like that unknown. Where will I go first when I get back? What will I do? Which McDonalds will I start at because I need money bad enough! There you have it.
I do know I want to come back here. As much as England is grey and busy it has this strange calming effect. They do it different here than in main land Europe. That must be it. People queue properly (seriously!), their trains are easy to manage (yes, I've missed my fair share), they have signs marking everything everywhere. And of course the big obvious one, they speak English. Its just nice. Plus having Stan and Maureen here to encourage me and mull it all over helps too. I couldn't have managed without them this whole time!
So, as I said in my last post I do feel encouraged. I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach which is still undefined but I don't feel it be dread or anxiety or anything, I think its hope for the future.
I've only got a few days left here (until next time) and I'm trying to decide how to make the best of them. I've got just enough pounds (£~cool having a symbol on my keyboard) left to do day trips back to Oxford (one of my favorites) or to Winchester or even to Salisbury which has a cathedral as well. Then back to London to catch my flight home.
I did wake up today to the sun shine which was really a welcome sight (also a spirit lifter)!! Turning into a beautiful place around here, all the leaves changing etc.
Uncle Stan drove us down to a place called Buckler's Hard. It was the place where they built the wooden Naval ships for the war with France etc. Lord Nelson sailed on a few of the ones built there. The Agememnon and others. (once again I sit here with no pamphlet in my hand, when will I learn?)
The museum was really nicely done and loaded with ships drawings and replica ships etc. Really a cool place! I mean, you were standing in the place where people built the ships you read about in the history books. Amazing! Even the HMS Victory was built there, its now berthed in Portsmouth. If I remember right its the ship where Lord Nelson fell (died). Someone correct me if thats wrong.
So, I'm putting some photos on my blog of our outting today. I don't have a single picture with me of my old house but anyone who knows me saw them a million times over.
The photos above are our outting today. The scale model shows the brick buildings in the picture next to it. Not alot left of it really. I took one at the waterfront where they used to put the ships together. Really cool! Really enjoyed this place.
More later I'm sure.
K
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