was sold out when I got there. I refused to pay £30 to touts so came home instead. I think Seb was upset I didn't get to go but it's my fault for not looking it up. Ho hum. Wa-hey, such is life.
I came back and got sentimental, partly due to the fact that I met one of my high school friends today, Valerie. She's been working in Wolverhampton for almost two years now and I just randomly met her the other day in China Town London. Remember the thing about six degrees of seperation? It must be true in this world.
Back to the point, of which I may have one, I logged back on to Friendster, which is a friend network website and started looking up old high school mates. Fond memories, but why have I never kept in touch with them? So many are married and are procreating. I wonder now about the eternal question, what happens when I go home? It never worries me when I visit my family because I am there for a purpose, something for me to look forward to. But if I move back, what will happen to me?
Too much of my life has been spent here in England. I worked out it will be my sixth year living here soon. I think it may be time to leave but will I have the courage when the time comes?
I could just run away again, to somewhere else. Someone said the Caribbean or West Indies were cheap....
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Alice, wherever you decide to be, you won’t escape from us. We’ll find you by the six degrees of separation if nothing else. Go where you think you should be; Go where you think God thinks you should be. Don’t run away from England or Malaysia because you’re bored and looking for something that you can’t name. If and when you move do it for a positive reason and not a negative. Then you can be sure that you’ll be happy wherever you are.
However, if you do leave the UK, make it somewhere with an airport so we can all visit…… ;-)
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