Sunday, April 22, 2007
I am on page 75 of The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho and let's just say that I have remarked several times to my only child syndrome self 'I am doing that...that is sooo true.' These moments have been sparked by the last 74 pages. This book is amazing and I have asked by flatmates if it could become my personal copy, rather than hold up the bookshelf in the livingroom. It seems that at least 56 million other folks (according to the back cover) were interested enough to purchase it. We received it as a housewarming gift.

I have talked a lot about the anxiety that I felt moving out here but never felt that I could find someone that could truly understand my feelings. So far this book has allowed me to finally relinquish the anxiety and realize that I am actuating my dreams. Essentially bringing it to reality. There are people in life that are happy with how their lives are going and see no need for it to change. They may have a dream to do something, but are unwilling to see it through because they fear they will either have nothing left to dream about or that it will not live up to their expectations. This dream to move to a foreign country only came to fruition within the last couple of years due to the types of friends I have acquired. I think about a friend from grad school that is out in Macedonia working for the Peace Corps, an acquaintance in France that is a teacher, the other recruits that came over with me, the folks that I have met in England that have come from Italy or Africa and The Critter that did his trip around the world. Little did I know the type of longstanding affect that this move would have on my life. I have said it moreso recently, that coming here was the best gift I could have ever given myself. I get the average British person thinking that i am crazy for leaving Los Angeles or Houston to come to a country that they are fed up with. I always explain that if you have lived somewhere for the majority of your life and have a twinge of wanderlust then a decision like my own would seem predictable. But that is not always true, is it?

Okay that is my ramble for now...read the book.

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