The Final Countdown
It is officially the middle of March, which means I can officially say we are going to England in ONE YEAR! (Cue Florence and the Machine music and fabulous BBC news broadcasters with killer accents.) That's right, my darlings. In one year, I will be on my way to fabulous London, and quite possibly never coming back. The more research we do, the more we want to see. The more I read about what to do there, the more I am sobbing in a corner, wailing, "There's not enough time. There's not enough TIME!" So I told David the other day that we just plain have to go back. We can do London. As much as we can without eating or sleeping or stopping for water breaks. And we can go back and do Paris and Scotland and Bath and a million other things. I'm just plain freaking out with the desire to see everything. I've even gone so far as to suggest to David that we not worry about saving for college for our children and just go live there every summer.
I'm not joking.
I was researching how to visit Lyme and see the grounds and manor that were used as Pemberley in BBC's Pride and Prejudice, and I learned it is closed in early spring--exactly when we will be there. I actually burst into tears. Not to mention that Lily is studying about the Rosetta Stone, and I told her that I would be able to see it at the British Museum in London. She said, "Well, I want to see it too." Plus Churchill's war room museum, which Carver said, "I would love to go there." So I'm already scheming about how we could all go over for several weeks in a few summers and try renting a place to live. I refuse to believe we can't do it because I want to so, so badly. Looks like I may have to reopen my Etsy shop and make some more moolah. Or some unknown relative needs to leave us a million dollars. I can dream, right?