And here we go again....

School starts on Wednesday.  Hooray!  It's been a nice summer.  First summer I haven't worked since....well, I was 15.  That a lot of years of working.  I think it was a well deserved break.  I'm actually looking forward to work.  I really have missed the colleagues and the kids.  Some people I'm not looking forward to seeing, but others - oh yea, they are brilliant.  

I have high expectations for this year.  I'm going to be quite busy.  Teaching, working on my QTS, starting Cambridge and my MEd, Directing "Peter Pan" from Sept - Nov, and being in "Witches of Eastwick" until October.  I'm pooped!  Christmas is going to be fabulous!

Dad is coming over in October for NFL at Wembly.  I am SO Pumped!  That will be brilliant!!  That leaves Brian as the only one in the family to not have been to London.  I think we will have to arrange something.  He would like London.  And seeing something athletic.  

Woop woop woop.  It's Friday night and I have some reading to do.  

Hasta Luego.

yes...no...yes....no....yes?

Internet is a battle now - finally after a week I have a new BT service.  Unfortunately, it goes off and on ever five seconds.  The return to the UK has been OK -- I'm quite homesick, but I think that is just because I'm not doing anything.   When I keep busy, I'm fine, and I believe I will be quite busy this year.

My new iPhone purchase has been the most exciting thing in my life as of late.  I do love it.  I'm also taking my driving test on Oct 9.  Whether or not I deserve to and am ready....well....that's not to be discussed.  

Saturday the new house mates move in.  I feel like I am on big brother....  Hopefully they are more decent then the last bunch. 

I'm now off to the hospital for some therapy.  Wish I had a car....or a bike.....roller skates even....

States for a few more hours...

In 24 hours I will have just landed in London.  The time spent at home has been quick.  There are so many things I didn't get to do that I wish I could have done.  I'm leaving frustrated, annoyed and unsure.  That's never a good sign.  And to think - I have committed myself to two more years in England.  I'm happy to be going to Cambridge and happy to work in a school for three years, but I miss home.  

I don't really feel as though either is my home.  Oh no...I've turned into a drifter...