I used to think that living in England was one of those pipe dreams, along with royalties (of any amount) and getting into a Master's program. And now I'm here. Other pipe dreams have taken their place:
- Walking the coast of England for mental health research and awareness.
- Getting into and through a PhD program in one piece.
- Living in a country where the official language isn't English.
- Telling my dad to go buy a copy of the New Yorker so he can turn to a specific page and see my name.
- Selling a novel. Heck, selling three novels and being able to buy food from them.
- Going back to the home I dream about.
- Living without medication. Or mandatory doctor's appointments.
- Not having to worry about visas and length of stay while I'm in the UK.
- Fencing in the Olympics.
Ok, maybe the last one is a little far-fetched, but the rest could possibly happen, if I make them happen. Which makes me wonder, how many dreams have I let die because I couldn't see how to get there from where I was standing? And how many dreams have others let die for the same, or similar reasons? And the biggest question: Why?
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