Last I left you, I was halfway through my tour in England.
Well, loves, that finished up just grand. I love London. I love cheese sandwiches from Tesco. I love kids with accents. I love being offered tea.
I miss people being so polite.
That weekend I visited my loves, Alaine and Esme. Alaine is a wonderful friend from Umass, now living in London. Esme is a wonderful lady from England that worked with my bff one summer and now we are all friends, and see each other much more frequently than one might imagine- seeing as we live on different continents. I stayed with Alaine, her flat is BRILLIANT! We crossed Abbey Road. We drank coconut beer. We danced. We strolled in the park. It was quite lovely. Before meeting up with my ladies, my coworker and I hit the town.
He's from New York, and the only other Yo-er that's my age. We were staying at the same hotel in Lingfield (yeah, even the English didn't know where that was). It was fun- we went to the British Museum. Photobombed the Rosetta Stone. Drank pints at the oldest pub in London. I ate a meat pie on Fleet Street.
Hey, you only live once.
When my trip neared it's end, I didn't want to go home. Because I loved it. I knew I'd miss London. I don't know when I'll be there again. And the kids. And yo-ing. Esme. Alaine. Ralph. When I left London, I had 3 weeks and one month left of my professional yo-ing job.
Now I have 2 weeks.
I gave my notice months ago, and it's nearly time. I've left jobs before. This is different. I'm leaving this job, and everything, to go start a new life 3000 miles away from home. I'll miss Boston. And my family. My friends. My coffee shops. My shortcuts. But hey, at least I've got a lot of frequent flyer miles.
If there's anything this job has made me realize, the world is a very small place.
Yeah. I'm scared to leave. I'm excited to leave. But the people in my new home will eventually be my home home - and of course, I can always go back to Boston. I think not so many people are as lucky to feel at home in more than one place.
