So, If there's any time to start a blog, it's probably tonight. From the calendar on my trusty mac, I learn it is June 16th. I have officially lived in the U.S. for 15 years. It's impossible to imagine. When I first moved here, I did not imagine I would still be here, especially by choice. I thought my parents had gone insane and dragged me to some godforsaken hellhole from which I couldn't escape until age eighteen. I did escape then, but it wasn't the glorious success I had imagined. I actually got a rotten chest infection and a rotten case of homesickness. I ended up back here, in Nashville, at MTSU - the unimaginable conclusion.
The fam' and I are supposed to go out to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate. It will be a bittersweet celebration, I'm sure. Generally I'm thankful for that weird twist of fate which brought me here, but there are times I would rather forget too. I look back, though, and I wouldn't change any of it. Moving from a foreign country has given me a perspective most people never get to appreciate. It has infected me with an incurable liberalism and, I hope, a broader perspective. When people from England visit now, I just thank God I got to experience more than that. I don't know why this day feels so momentous for me, but I feel like it's one of those milestones - a symbol that life doesn't always go along with your plan, but sometimes your plan isn't the right one. Not everyone has to move countries to experience that, but I am the kind of person who has to be hit on the head with a heavy saucepan every once in a while.
Anyway, just a thought to start off this blogging thingamagig.
love lots.
Claire
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