I’ve moved

Two weeks ago, I moved to the UK. Can you believe it? Some days I still can’t. 

While the rest of my family are sulking and crying over my absence – or so I like to think – I’m finally here, after decades of dreaming. 

One thing I’ve learned – and this’ll be quick – is that living alone, wherever you are in the world, will still be the same. And if you move to another country, you’re simply in a different place enjoying the same solitude. 

So here’s to a first of many English breakfasts. And lunches. And dinners.

Dreams do come true, but what the Lord has in store is even better.