I think I am ready to admit that I am an Anglo/Italia-phile. I've been to Italy twice for slightly-longer than short stints, and the people I spent the most time with were British folks. Those two elements have had this great pull and appeal to me ever since. I guess it has amounted to the greatest bestest time in my life so far, at least that's how I justify my more than normal interest in the European countries. It's probably also a slight bit of escapism - sometimes the reality of what I'm doig in my life hits me and there is always that glimmer of hope that if I go to Britain it'll all be better over there. Not really solving whatever problem I'm not dealing with here and now, but changing the setting.
But sometimes there are signs, and for the most part I think I'm like 1-7 in actually jumping into acton when I see those signs in life. Hoping to improve my record I think I may apply to at least one grad school in England. The sign: I've been half-heartedly looking up and trying to find out how it'd be possible to work and live in Britain. Then, over the weekend I end up working with a new guide who just happened to go to grad school in England for...Museum Studies. What a cowinkedink huh? Let's not dissapoint self and flake out.
