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Leaving for England

>> Tuesday, December 8, 2009 –  , ,

Hi everyone,

Mikey and I are going to England tonight for a week to visit family. I'm looking forward to English weather, English money, visiting old haunts, familiar streets and English food. It's always so comfortable to go back, like putting on an old favourite sweater.

Hopefully I'm going to be able to finish up my Christmas shopping, not too much left to get!

For now I'm going to leave you with a photograph of my newest christmas creation.



I call it winter jumble (haha) it's hanging from a light fixture and is made from wool, foil, dried oranges, a pair of Mikey's mittens, fabric, coffee filters and book pages.

>>  Posted by satakieli at 1:37 PM |   |  send email  | 

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.

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