Tigger, my oldest, went on her very first trip outside of the country by herself. Well, not by herself. I'm not one to send my 14 year old off on a plane all alone.
She's on a school sponsored trip to London.
When you don't fixate on it, you don't realize what a milestone it is.
And it's easy to not fixate on the fact that your "little girl" has grown up, when you're busy fixating on the fact that you have never been to London.
And when she brought home the permission slip I said, "OOH, ooh, ME ME ME! I want to go to London!"
She kept dancing around the house saying "They speak English there!" While I glared at her from the corner.
Yeah, whatever. You go off and see the Old Globe theatre and speak English to all those nice people.
I'll be fine. I'll stay here and creep out the only English speaking people I know by being all weird and silent. And by mentioning my blog in every conversation.
It's probably better that I hang out in a country where I don't speak the language natively. Or fluently.
I can have my conversations with the deli clerk.
"Please Miss. Please 1/2 kilo meat. Turkey. Slicing. Please Miss."