No

2 Mar

IMG_4853I know, I’m supposed to have gone for a nap and then told you all about visiting Normandy.  Instead, I’ve been boycotting my own blog.  I don’t know why.  I’ve just been feeling the NO lately.  You know:

no

No.

There’s no reason for it.  This is my blog.  I do what I like here.  It’s mine.  But I’m looking at the daffodils in my back garden and remembering the glorious burst of sun that appeared with our daffodils last year and I just

NO.

I’m remembering my six-month transition musings from twelve months ago and I am just

NO.

I’ve put in my time.  Eighteen month’s worth.  I’m as transitioned as I’m going to get.  I not only know where to buy milk — my baseline for survival — I can balance the various merits of seven different groceries and chart out a driving route without access to my satnav before I decide to go out and pick up a pint or two, or order online.

But this week, I am just NO.  No, England.  No.

 

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4 Responses to “No”

  1. stitch this March 2, 2013 at 9:02 pm #

    No?

  2. Living Life as an Expat Parent March 2, 2013 at 9:33 pm #

    I get it. Hugs to you.

    You should swing by Somerset and we will have a coffee and a good rant.

    • Monique March 9, 2013 at 2:24 pm #

      I love the american-in-england-expat-sometimes-freaking-out-other-times-feeling-great community. 🙂

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