A recent health scare which I am not yet willing to write/talk about in detail reminds me that no man woman is an island. I need to surround myself with family and friends in order to thrive and prosper.
But being an expat here in London, the quest to develop genuine friendships continues to be a challenge. But I can only blame myself for lack of progress. Since March I got caught up in the house search and basically stopped socializing. Now that I’ve found the house, I’m waiting to close so I can pick things up again. This almost means that I’ll start from scratch again but c’est la vie.
Speaking of closing on the house, I’m getting closer. My lawyer tells me that there is now just one issue to be clarified before we move to contract phase. I can’t wait. Being without my things, living in one room (even if the house itself is quite large), is driving me crazy. I feel like a child again and so can’t wait to reclaim my independence.
Oh yeah, as for me writing up my trip to Bologna, Italy, I’ve decided not to because it shouldn’t be on anyone’s list of top 40 cities to visit in Europe. I know that’s a bit harsh, but it’s the sort of place that one should drive through on their way to one of the more well known cities in Italy. Thus why my company decided to send us there I’ll never know.
Back to health scare, let me just say how grateful I am to currently live in a country with socialized medicine. Granted the English National Health Service (NHS) is not perfect, but not having to worry about how I’m going to have to pay for medical care while trying to purchase a house feels darn good. Plus based on recent experience, the service wasn’t so bad. In fact, the medical professionals I dealt with at St Thomas’ Hospital get a B+.