Right, all back? Good. Let's carry on.
In the aforelinked blog, Jazza writes briefly about the reasons he loves his country. He talks about their general liberal take on things, their superb education, and their brilliant sense of humour. Instead of writing several novel length comments I decided I would just cover everything in a separate blog post.
After thinking about it, he definitely got a lot of my feelings toward the place spot on. For instance, the humour; I love a good dose of sarcasm and it would be wonderful to be surrounded by it and have someone else be able to dish it out as well. I am extremely jealous of their education system because, being from America, I can honestly say that we generally only learn about America most of the time. But most of all I really love the simple things. The things British people do every day. Like grocery shopping! At Tesco and Marks & Spencer and Sainsbury's! I can't tell you how confused my good friend Martina was when I asked her, very enthusiastically where she grocery shopped over my visit there this summer. And I'm sure it must have been a very strange thing to witness as I stared in wide-eyed wonder at the size of the Tesco Extra she took me to. I hope it was at least entertaining and that she got a good laugh at her silly friend from Texas.
I love just thinking about how some day I will walk down the streets and pass the red telephone booths and get to look at all the fancy cars that I love so much every single day. And that I will have an apartment of my very own with a kitchen and a window down to a street that will look like this!
Which brings me to my next topic: Living there. I have a countdown to my 2012 birthday simply as an approximation date. As of 26 minutes ago it stands at an audacious 604 days. The current countdown date is set to May which will be right after I graduate from uni. Obviously I will need a little time to spend with family and to set my affairs in order before leaving the country for good so I was thinking about setting the official date at July 4th 2012. You see, the first two times I went to England with my church we left on the 4th of July. And because I enjoy irony as much as the next person I think it would be nice to carry on with the tradition. Well, I guess I'll be ending it there, but whatever. As my friend Chelsey said when I proposed this idea on tumblr, third times the charm!
So there you go, readers of this blog. The official date of my escape from the colonies move to London is set to the 4th of July 2012. I can't wait to start looking at flats and neighborhoods and stuff. It's all so exciting! And I'll go to Top Shop to get cool clothes and Tesco to get food and Marks & Spencer to get yummy fruit and Boots to get Lemsip and Soothers for when I get a cold. It'll be awesome. I'll be the weird one in my family for leaving the country and staying there, but when has that ever bothered me, right? Hey, I'll just be the cool, cooking, world traveling one at family reunions. The one with the best stories. Oh yeah, my awesome British life starts in 653 days.
