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Everything is the same here. I am moving at the end of month, I work too much, I am starting to make friends, I miss my real friends and I like to talk with people who are also away from their real friends about how hard it is to get along with new people.

My Granny has put in an offer on a house just off of Linden Lane. How much fun did we have on Linden Lane (9 years ago!!!!!). Oh the calling Todd and hanging up, the kids burning Doritos, the learning to drive standard in the driveway (and failing miserably). And who could forget the time 3-Way threw all of my clothes in the pool. Good times.

Last night was H's birthday and I did not get to bed until 4:30. This is insanely late for me and while I do not feel hungover in the slightest, I can barely hold me head up. Getting older sucks. Does anyone else notice that you cannot drink the way you used to?

All together now.

The first thing I did this morning was go check your blogs due to a middle of the night notification that said blogs had been updated. Finally! You guys made me cry in my tea! I love my friends. I miss my friends.
I dig what you are saying 4X (why is that your name? what is the reference?): This is the year when things are going to happen. 25 and fabulous, although I am still 24 and scared as hell.
Talking to my mother the other night, she suggested that perhaps England was not for me, a thought that has of course crossed my mind numerous times. She asked why I had wanted to come here and I replied, honestly, that I had wanted to challenge myself. And if nothing else, this I have accomplished. Consider me challenged (more so than usual). Moving to Montreal was so easy, really. I had my possessions, my friends, my cats. I had a ride. I had a reason to be there. My purpose is not nearly so clear now, but anything is possible. There are so many opportunities in this world, it's unbelievable and if I had never left Duncan (or even Victoria) I would never have known that.
But I am going to be 25 now and I am only ever going to get older (funny thing that) and I need to really think about what it is that I want out of this life before it is over. So you know what I want? You know what I really really want? I want to have kids. I want a family. That's it. So unfabulous it almost pains me. Now I am not in a position to have children at this point in time and I am ok with that. More than ok. I still have plenty of time and many many things I want to accomplish beforehand, but that is basically my goal. My life plan.
For now I want to live in London. Really live here and enjoy it while I can. I am forcing my Mom to come visit me sometime soon. I miss her so much and I want her to be able to see this city with me. I even want her to bring Steven if he is at all interested. As much as I would love to be back in B.C., it is just not going to happen right now. Not anytime soon, anyways. I have too much to do here, I cannot just walk away...So you come visit too, 3-way! Why not? All you need is the plane ticket. This goes for you as well, Crosswalk and Transfer. Don't be such squares- []. 25 and fabulous means taking vacations, I am fairly certain.
Oh, and my father is coming in July. He is going to take me to Scotland and Ireland, so I am down. Which lady friend will he be bringing? Should I be taking bets?
Crosswalk, I would like to move to Galliano with you. That is perfect, actually. I imagine I will end up a single parent to H.'s secret love-child, so I had better have a place to live. Not a chance I will let the Frenchies lay a hand on my offspring...if baby speaks French before me I will send him to Brat Camp (they have that here!!!!). Let's try to get a house with indoor plumbing. Please?
I digress. I am sitting in the sun listening to Dante's demo. I am waiting for some sort of response on the dozens of job appplications I made this week... Come visit. come visit. come visit.
Love Always,
Hamcake.