I'm writing this from England, glorious England...
that I have fallen so in love with. I spent years thinking...
the grass was greener elsewhere, that life...

would somehow come together and become easier if I lived in a different country, under a sunnier sky, even perhaps a different language...
For the past 15 years I've come and gone, packed my bags, taken to the skies...
to settle in lands far away. Eventually life would always bring me back to these Isles, heart sinking...
as the plane would start to cross the English Chanel, thick dense clouds over head...
....hmmm, here we go, that's England for you, rain, dark clouds and heavy weighted energy...
Never in a million years did I think my heart would be sinking at the thought of finally leaving England for good....
for that is what I'm about to face...
ironic to say the least. It's true about the saying...."you don't know what you've lost 'till it's gone"...
But for now at least, I will get to enjoy and appreciate what I had previously been blind to. I will enjoy the blossoming spring, the sprouting of riverside meadows...
endless cups of tea and the little cottages sprinkled around the countryside...
There are weddings to tend, dresses to prepare, designs to create. All so quintessentially British...
and hopelessly ideal... who knows...maybe this green, luscious land will eventually become home... maybe that small inkling odds of a chance...
may increase out of the blue...maybe I can hold onto...
my favourite saying, "How do you make God laugh? Tell him your plans". For now I will rejoice in the coming of Spring...
Spring by Sir Lawrence Alma Tadema