Holla

As many of you know (Or maybe not, but in that case I am very curious to know how you ended up on this blog), I'm moving to Brighton, UK in a little over a week. 8 days, to be exact.
This of course, requires a whole lot of preparation (not really, or maybe it does and I just haven't discovered it yet), independence (Inde-what?), and courage (is THAT a spider?!).. all of these... I lack off.

To get you all hooked, I'll tell you a little bit about how my English teacher became my Gandalf and my best friend became my handkerchief:
In the beginning of my senior year, I decided that becoming an au pair in England was going to be 'da bomb', but didn't really do anything to pursue it - being the complete procrastinator that I am.
This all changed when a wizard knocked on my door my English teacher asked me what I wanted to do after I graduated. After replying he hosted a dwarven rave party at my house he gave me a card to a family he knew in Brighton, whom needed an au pair.
Meanwhile in my life, I was getting over a long time crush, by hanging out with a guy, named Jacob, who soon became one of the best friends I've ever had... and then I (kind of) developed a crush on him. This being said, he developed a crush on someone else, which was a whole lot of messy. I then decided that nothing would be holding me back, so I applied for the job. Abracadabra! I got the job.

My best friend Rebecca has a boyfriend - doesn't need me, Jacob is off to loveland - no problem.
This was all very good, I had nothing chaining me in Denmark-... wait for it.... arh, there it was. For once (since having seen Silver Linings Playbook), being a Tiffany Maxwell actually helped. I repeat, being a little scary, brutally honest and demanding actually helped.
I was there for Jacob doing his 'getting-over-his- cheating x-wife crush-period' and somehow - lots of unnecessary drama being excluded in this short version - I ended up with him.
We've been together for a little over two months now.

I am now standing in front of a crossroad (but not really, because I am going), pondering whether this is the best thing I've ever done, or the worst thing I've ever done (I am hearing Gandalf's booming voice saying 'You will have to do without pocket handkerchiefs').
This will either be the biggest what if of my life, or it'll all work out. I am specifically hoping for the latter.

I think we're off for a pretty good start (though Ned Stark thought so too, when he moved to King's Landing.. oh, how wrong he was).

Write ya later, alligators.
Lea

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