Movin', movin', movin'...

So last night I had a bit of insomnia (which is SO unlike me; I can usually sleep through a hurricane), and I found myself pawing through the pages of the Internet, looking at flats in London/greater London. While I'd adore being able to rent a fab flat in Mayfair with three bedrooms and a huge reception room, I see that those are a bit too much out of my price range. (Meh, what's £3,000 per month, anywho? Sigh...)

However, I did see some that could fall into the realm of (gasp!) "consideration" (that being, not a flat share situation, allowing a Star, cute, near a tube station, etc.). So many, in fact, that I happily closed up the laptop and thought to myself, amazed, "Wow. Like, I can do this...I will be able to find a place! Hooray!"

It's funny that the closer I get to the end of the month — and the application for the visa — the more I find that I'm really ready (in every sense of the word) to just go. Really. There's truly nothing holding me here.

We have one go-'round on this big blue marble. I don't ever want to be on my deathbed wishing for the things I should've-would've-could've done. Didn't Ferris Bueller say something similar once? (winks)

After all, the sooner I get to move, the more days I have to spend at Andrew Edmonds enjoying a long, leisurely lunch...(P.S. That's where the pic was taken; it was one of the best dining experiences in my life.)