| Posted at 04:45 PM on November 16, 2009 |
There are no accidents in life, no coincidences nor are there random acts of kindness or otherwise. What there is is life. Life and choices. As you may or may not know I went to London for the first time in 16 years. Wow! How time has flown and in that flight how much I’ve grown. So many things have changed, and yet, have remained the same. How could that be? In some respects I experienced a sort of surrealism, one could say much like Alice falling up the rabbit hole as opposed to down.
The trip was poignantly filled with seemly random vignettes. Snapshot of life…my life, seen through the view finder lens of someone else. And that someone else would be me. Wow! How I have grown.
I enjoyed seeing and meeting my family. The young ones have now grown into adults and the older ones are becoming what I affectionately term, “the ol’ wrinklies.” I was elated to rekindle my friendship with the sisters of my soul. After being gone for so long I assumed ( ass u me) I would struggle to find my fit within the framework and the ebb and flow of life in England. That was my expectation and I was sorely disappointed. I fell into a place that was comfortable for me. Wow! How I have grown.
This trip was about three things;
England has changed, but change is good because it signifies growth, as the old ways disintegrate and the new things take its place. What changes have I seen? People appear not to be as proud of their homes as they were when I was growing up. But then most owned their homes, and if they were rented out, it was a portion of the home with the owner living onsite.
Many home have been converted into two flats or apartments. These flats are rented not owned (owner not living onsite) and with that some… “hear me clearly…not all” some people display a type of disregard and disrespect for the property because it’s not theirs. Let’s face it, why should they really be bothered with the upkeep and aesthetic, after all that’s what they pay rent for...isn’t it? The owner is only interested in the monies made from the rent, so it’s a catch 22. If it, the property, gets too bad, dilapidated, “we can always rent somewhere new.” Despite so witnessing the changes that are occurring, England land of my birth is still a majestic beautiful country with much to offer.
Think about it...It gave you me…so for that reason alone you should agree! LOL!
Will I return? The answer is yes. Soon than I think! This trip I want to stay in the heart of London. I’m going to be a tourist in my own country and view many of the sites that I had seen while attending school field trips. I’m looking forward to this.
Would I live in England fulltime? The weather report today says, NO! Las Vegas, Nevada is home. As I told my friend Carla last night and I quote, “I'm proud to a Brit and will always be a Brit I love my heritage and the land of my birth. I'm not an american nor am I aspiring to become one, am I proud to announce that Las Vegas for all its glittering flaws is definitely definitely home. As I drove up the street to our house...I felt that flutter in the pit of my stomach tell me, "Wendy your home!" And with that came that little sigh of release that signifies contentment.
England or should I say London is a contender to be my vacation home - perhaps a second home...but not a home away from home.”They say home is where the heart is. Well my heart belongs to Las Vegas! And Dee!
In closing I just want to say this, "I give thanks to myself for all that I have chosen to do in this life...wether I deem it good, bad or indifferent. For each choice has made who I am today. And for that I am eternally grateful to ME! The greatest love is the love of self! I love me and therefore it allows me the freedom to love all others without trying to change them!
Namaste
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