STAR STRUCK!

I saw Boy George.

I know...you are so jealous.

I'm still smiling about it.

We're Here!!!

So, we made it!

Here's some proof:

Well, never mind about the proof. I was going to upload some pictures, but it's taking sooooooo long. And I have no patience for that sort of thing.

Instead. I want you to imagine this:

* A picture of St. Paul's Cathedral at night. Slightly blurry and kind of Ghost Buster-y.

* A picture of me. Shiny face and mildly greasy hair. I'm not really greasy, it just looks that way because of the night time picture.

* A picture of me and Tony. It looks like Tony's forehead is never ending. (I guess that happens when you move to London)

* Some pictures of the streets near our apartment. Looks like a movie set

Did you imagine it? Do you almost feel like you're here? In London? Can you hear the bells of St. Paul's?

I can. Because I'm about 4 blocks away.

It's Official

I am freaking out!

We got our Visas today.

The movers are coming tomorrow morning.

I've washed all the curtains.

And the rugs.

There are 5, 827 more things I can think of to do - and I'm not going to get any of them done.

Our flight is scheduled. Fancy Class. This makes me feel a little crazy because it looks like we won't really be sitting next to each other. Also, do I have to look nice to fly in Fancy Class? Can I request that someone hit me over the head right before take off? Unconscious, but not seriously injured, might be the best way to travel. But then I can't enjoy the complementary pillow, blanket, and head bashing. And who knows if we'll ever pay for Fancy Class on our own?

So, this is it. We're really moving. To another country.

Ugh. I hope you're all reading this as fast as I'm thinking it. I want you to get the level of panic - just...right...

So pray for us. Especially on Wednesday. 10:30pm EST. I'll really appreciate it:)

I love you guys. And I'll miss you.

Especially you. You've always been my favorite. Don't tell The Others.

12:47 AM. It's Officially June!

So, it's June 1.

In America, we call it 6/1.

In England, they call it 1/6. (which looks an awful lot like January 6 to me...)

Either way you look at it - it's June. And that means that we are moving. THIS MONTH!!! I can't believe it. Ahhhh!

So, Paul McCartney, and Sting, and Colin Firth, and Emma Thompson, and Richard E. Grant, and Sherlock Holmes, and Harry Potter better get busy. I expect a well planned, well executed WELCOME TO LONDON party!

"Should we have a chocolate fountain or a champagne fountain? What would make Jenny happiest?" - Colin Firth, 1/6/2010

Really?

I've been poking around on the Intertron looking for blogs about living in London. Specifically, Americans living in London. And if I can find one, New Yorkers living in London.

OK.

I love food.

I love eating as much as the next person.

But if when I get to London my blog turns into "This is what I ate today" or "Wow. Pizza in London is really awful/not bad/not as good as the one I had in Italy", shoot me.

Yes, Americans. I am asking you to use your guns. You know WE ALL HAVE THEM!!! Take it out of your purse/diaper bag/wherever you hide your concealed weapon and put me out of my misery.

"I wonder where a girl can find a decent slice? It probably won't be as good as the pizza I had in Italy; I'll just keep drinking. More champagne!" - Queen Elizabeth II, May 18, 2010

The Hobbit or There And Back Again

Well, we've made our decision.

And here it is: we're moving to London.

Wait. Let me say it again. WE'RE MOVING TO LONDON!!!

OK. So honestly, I'm super excited and scared out of my pants. It's been a really long decision process. Tony and I have a hard time deciding what kind of curtains to put up in our living room (2 months of trips to Bed Bath & Beyond), so you can imagine what it took for us to decide that moving across the Atlantic was the thing to do.

After all the praying that we and our parents and friends (thank you!) have done and once the decision was made my mind keeps going back to THE HOBBIT. If you haven't read it - I recommend it. In it, Bilbo Baggins (like all Hobbits) is a comfortable, content, and slightly lazy hobbit. Until one day when Gandalf the Grey shows up - and basically takes Bilbo on AN ADVENTURE. Bilbo wasn't looking for AN ADVENTURE and doesn't even like adventures. But he goes. And an amazing story follows.

I'm feeling like Bilbo. I wasn't exactly looking for AN ADVENTURE. But I feel like one has found me. And although I don't have a powerful wizard as my companion, I do have my husband. My favorite person to adventure with. We've decided to leave our comfortable Hobbit Hole and set out.

I take great comfort in the rest of the title of THE HOBBIT. THERE AND BACK AGAIN. We are definitely heading there, but we will be back again.

Until then, I'll tell you all about the adventures we have in between.

ugh

Are you kidding me???

We STILL don't know.

Apparently, we are going to be getting some new information "early this week". Keep in mind that last week "early this week" was actually Friday. I guess bankers have a hard time distinguishing early from late. Near from far. Right from wrong. Work from porn (good on you, SEC).

Anyway. I'll let you all know once we find out. I'm sitting here wondering what's up too:) I can't wait to find out where we're heading in, oh, you know, 6 weeks.

ugh.