Thoughts

Brief thoughts of course, and largely due to my uninteresting line of work and the spare time it affords me to think. And type. And do random web research that I would probably do eventually on my own time. So here is what I've come up with.

In thinking that moving to England will be fairly low-impact, where I have been countless times for extended visits and have family nearby, I am probably dead wrong. So dead wrong that the move will probably result in a greater degree of culture shock than usual. I say, bring it on. I am looking forward to all of it. The strange sensation of a too-fresh start. The closeness, the different shades of green. The tea, the accents, the countryside that actually is countryside. Like leaving Vancouver for Montreal, this will be an adventure.

What to write here. Well of course I recall saying that I would wait until after my Montreal trip to write here. And as of this moment, only Jordan (who has inconsistent internet access in Israel) has the address. That doesn't really matter though, because ostensibly this is for my own benefit and no one else's. I am writing to remember the randomness that goes on prior to leaving for a new place, and don't want to bury my old blog in new feelings.

New feelings. Hmmm. Well for the first time last week I had a pang of fear, similar to the juvenile sensation I had when leaving for McGill that I wouldn't make any friends. It was the first time in this whole process that I actually felt this way, and I know it is totally unfounded. All the same it was part of the experience somehow. This is particularly silly after the events of this morning unfolded.

As this was described at onemoreyear, I will be terribly brief and cryptic and say that someone I thought had slipped out of my life, who lives in the UK, turns out to be practically my neighbor, town-wise, and is booked for a visit after I get settled for some catch-up. Chalk one up in the friends column as I enjoy a cup of tea.