Sit on your hands

This past June and early July Milo and I went to the UK for the first time in four years. It was a weird experience. Extremely busy, seeing all his friends and family in a dozen different locations.


Even though I don't find Edinburgh quite as magical as I used to, I still think it's the most beautiful and enchanting city I've ever been to. York was amazing and totally gives Edinburgh a run for it's money on the beauty and enchantment front. The difference mainly being that Edinburgh feels like a city and York feels like a town. And I'm a city girl at heart. It inspired me to start reading the Rebus series of books, that have been written over the past 20 years and take place in Edinburgh. They describe the city that used to exist and in some books, I gather, the city that currently does.

It was rockin seeing the folks in Fort William and London. Hanging out in the original Greenwich village and seeing the clock that starts time, was also incredible. Betraying all of amazing history of the Tower of London, museums, etc and giving away the trash, I gotta say that going to the Big Brother House was an amazing experience I won't soon forget. But truly, the Tower was the highlight. It defied belief in so many ways.


Milo has taken up a massive interest in camping, for some bizarre reason. I think he is just addicted to any type of traveling, any type of holiday, anything away from the every day. Truly, I'm happy with a book or a movie and sleeping in. Adventure has always befallen me, I don't feel the need to go looking for it. But then, I look back and see my life wasted. See almost 30 years of doing what I had to do to survive, instead of doing what I wanted to do and being who I wanted to be.

If I had had choice, I would have lived a very different life. And I feel burdened by the ghosts of all those left behind and betrayed. I have concluded that I am just like the person I always hated the most. It's slightly unsettling. I'm working on it....