My new boss is OK with my taking the Japanese class that meets twice a week, starting in late September, so I think I'm going to run up the hill and go register for it tomorrow over lunch. Of course, all I really want to do now is get a transfer to London, but I can't do anything until October at the earliest and the reality is that I can't imagine myself moving before December. And, of course, as a sane person I recognize I've got some sort of life to live here, so I need to spend some time living it and seeing what I can do to get it more into alignment with what I want my life to be like. I also like my job and would under no circumstance be so stupid as to throw it away and just jet off hoping to get something together in a foreign country.
But meanwhile, it's like I had metal filings injected in my muscles and the magnetic pole moved to Greenwich: I feel the pull across the ocean, strong and decided. In the meantime, I'm poking around looking for good fares for a return trip, though my current fuzzy ideas about going over Thanksgiving could prove a harsh change to all the folks who've become used to my hosting the big dinner here. On the other hand, I think it would give me the chance to see Phillip Pullman's "His Dark Materials" at the National - or at least Part I.
For tonight, it's some kind of food thing at home then a walk on the oceanside with trenchwench, her snake and my poodle, at Myrtle Edwards Park. I could use some relaxation: hopefully this will do the trick.