Prologue
It seems feeling 'stuck' after a short run in college, a failed marriage and with a dead-end job has been the start of an interesting adventure... Ican't help but remember my family's reaction when I mentioned I was considering going abroad for a year or so.
"Moving overseas isn't something that should be taken lightly. We won't be there, no one you know will be there." I mentally snorted. I'm 24, have been married and divorced, and have been living on my own since eighteen. As if my first concern is my parents being there or not?
Besides, I DID have someone I knew here, and were it not for her suggesting it, I probably wouldn't have come to begin with. Bootsie (aka Cassandra) lives in Croydon. I met her online several years ago and became great friends over Instant Messenger. She suggested the idea when I had a minor melt-down about life in general and how stale it'd become.
"Maybe ya should try a change of scenery," she said and that got the ball rolling. Next thing I knew I was putting in for my passport, breaking the news to my family, and packing.
Now there I was, a few months later (October to be exact) and about two days into my new journey (finally over the jet lag); Bootsie helped me with currency changes and I slept for a good twelve hours. I'm rooming with her in her studio flat and looking for employment. We're within walking distance of almost everything so there's not much need for a car (thank goodness, I couldn't quite master driving in the suburbs of Tennessee, so driving here on the other side of everything just drives me into a slight panic). Bootsie was thinking a girl at her work might quit and I might've had a shot. You just never know what's truly in store for you unless you go outside your box... I for one am glad I did.