Well it’s done… I have booked my tickets back to London for late next month… From London, I travel back to Portland…
My heart is so sad to be leaving here again, it is very strange to know you live in more than one place… I am not sure why I feel this way, I know I am very excited to be going back to the US… To be with my kids and hug all those that I have been missing so much… Though some piece of me expected that things would be different, that maybe I would be staying here??? That maybe I would have found a home here that I would not be leaving, only traveling to and from… Only to find that the space I have been calling home is not where I would return to…
Everyone keeps asking are you coming back??? Truth, I have no idea… Yes, I will be back here, when and where is the part that floats about… I have built a little life here… So much so that I generally run into someone I know while I am out and about each day… That is how you can tell that you live somewhere, when you walk down the street and you are greeted by people you have met, you know that is where you live… You are part of them…
I really thought I would live here in Darlington much longer than a few months, I mean come on the town is called Darling-ton… How could you not love that??? It is such a lovely little town, so England, so light (for towns around this area)… There are so many lovely people, and they make it very easy to be part of them, even with a clearly foreign accent, they let you fold right in… Granted my accent is quite easy to pick out, though they know my name, they greet me in the line at Starbucks, they confirm my drink four or five people back in the line in caffe Nero… The little gal that works at the express Sainsbury stops me on the street to tell me what she is up to on the weekend, and one of the guys that works there also knows me by name, though I am sure I have never said… I have made many friends, that I see often…Thank you…