(I wrote this as a Note on my phone when I was in England with Brigitte and Charlotte in July. Here it is now, slightly unfinished, and still slightly relevant.)
As the train meanders through the English Surrey countryside to Haslemere, we get closer to a lunch with our friends who live a few streets away.
I think about how far we’ve come as a family, how far we’ve traveled, and where we have yet to go. My family has grown and shrunk over the years and there are things to think about. The future beckons.
The girls have known North Virginia for most of their sentient lives. Issues with visas and Green Cards limited family travel for some years. Year by year, we are now spreading our wings again.
Having family and friends spread far and wide makes travel to big name destinations easier. I wonder if we miss opportunities to explore less well-known destinations as a result? Or simply lack the inherent inclination?
We have always welcomed visitors from afar, wherever we have lived. It has surprised me that fewer people have stopped by our Washington D.C. area home than our less ideally-placed Midlands home in England. Perhaps few people realize just how many tourism opportunities exist in the area, many of them free.
My life is changing. One daughter has finished high school and the next will be done in two years. Five years from now, all of the girls will be in college/university. My choice of location in the USA was personal but also skewed towards accommodating the girls’ education. The excellent free schools in Fairfax County are a big draw.
The big question as divorce looms as an inevitable consequence of separation is…What next? Where? With whom?
Pondering the metaphysical or even just fishing around in my head for ideas for a better tomorrow is more pleasantly done with wine or beer in hand. Not necessarily better done, but more pleasantly. The fact I rarely drink these days is of no import!
As we pause in Woking, I wonder how it became popular so quickly. Years ago, a single friend lived here while working for a bank in London. More recently, many of the people I have met via this blog have some kind of connection with Woking. How odd!
(My finale is disappointing and not focused but it captured the mood of the day. As we can see, I’ve moved on from there.)