I think I've gone mad.
Ahhh, see just then when I wrote the word "mad" - that's my problem. I've been reading far too many British blogs lately. I'm reading them when I should be tending to the laundry pile I talked about a few weeks ago, or when I should be dealing with client work, or when I should be painting the trim that's been sitting unfinished for the last month. I'm reading them when it's 11:30 p.m. and I should be going to sleep, for pity's sake! It's all rather addictive – and it's got me saying things like "rather addictive" and "brilliant!" and "lovely" and all sorts of other fun expressions. I've been talking about taking a "holiday" and telling the girls to "don their wellies" before going out in the rain.
This morning I started Googling "Pimms" (a delicious-sounding alcohol the Brits are constantly swooning over) to see if I could find a local source when I thought "Jenny, that's enough now. Put down the computer and get it together girl. You are NOT British. We do not own a "loo," the trunk of the car is not called a "boot" and you are never ever going to call cookies 'biscuits' again." I told myself I needed to get away from the computer and start tending to my life – here in the United States (even if the computer is a lovely option on such a bloody awful rainy day).
Life's hard. You realize that there are these other cool lives out there, in these really great places – but the bottom line is that you're not going to be able to live those lives. They're someone else's. You're just going to be living yours. That's it. Just yours.
I won't ever be British. I won't ever live in one of those 300-year-old stone cottages or take a holiday at the sea. Sure, I could move there. I could drink a lot of tea and walk along the hedgerows but I won't ever get to be British. And chances are I won't ever move there either. I know all those brave people on House Hunters International do it (I love that show). They sell all their belongings and hop across the pond to start a new adventure. But the reality is that there are a LOT of hurdles to jump to accomplish something like that – plus my kids and my husband would throw major hissy fits.
So, for now I will try to cut back on my Brit Blog addiction. I will try to sound more American when I talk (I was starting to freak out the kids) and I will try to enjoy all the things that make my life unique and exciting.