Leaving

Hey all,

This was going to be a blog for my travels in Norway. Of course, now that I'm no longer going to Norway, the web address is a little redundant. But, strangely, I like the name, so I guess it stays. I'm also trying to break the habit of blogging because I think it's horrendous and insular and too much inside heady, but I have been convinced, at least for the moment, that this is probably the easiest way to keep in touch whilst travelling. I have also decided to return to Blogger. No reason.

I guess the biggest thing that has happened to me in the past few days is that I had dinner with my father last night, at which he told me that he hasn't closed the door behind me and that should I require any help in London I am always welcome back. He told me I had his blessing although he preferred it if I deferred instead of quit.

*rolls off the seat and falls on the floor*

Good thing I was driving else I would have done exactly that.

So I go to London with a big smile across my face and a lightness in my heart. Although I am relieved to have this turnaround, I am also a little scared. My father giving me his blessing means that I can't lie to myself any more. Everything I do from now on is my responsibility. Every mistake, every success. Nothing from now on can be the result of bad parenting or lack of support.

But what a joy, what a delight.