I write this from my desk in Charlottesville, where I can watch people walk past my office all day while writing about the community I live in. I am well on my way to getting back up to speed after a week away in England. I crammed seven days of experience into my life and managed to survive a lack of financial challenges. I bonded with my son and met new friends and spent quality time with my other family there.
I had intended to write more here about the trip here, but I mostly wrote freehand. I am planning on writing out the details of what I experienced, but will likely save most of that for private journals.
But, at this desk, I know that I am going to have to begin planning for the next trip. My experience is still fresh in my head, and I know that I have to go back as soon as possible. In a perfect world, I would be able to find professional reasons to travel there to help supplement the personal ones.
In a nutshell, I know that I want to spend more time in England both to see my son but also to fuel my own knowledge of the world. I want to immerse myself there and want to make it a plan to spend at least one full year there at some point in my life.
Coming back, I feel absolutely energized and ready to go full speed towards increasing my worth to Charlottesville Tomorrow as well as fixing all the things I do not like in my house. This summer I will begin redeveloping my downstairs and I will explore catering.
In the meantime, I will be writing about my trip to England to capture what I experienced. This was one of the most full trips I've ever had in my life, and I choose to view it as part of my life than a total departure from the every day.
So, the new chapter has begun.
Striking down the mundane and dastardly while retaining a certain obscure turn of phrase, denoting something elusive yet concrete.
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