I have joined an over 40 meet-up group in London; hope I have the gumption to actually go. I figure if I have any visitors when there are meetings, we can get courage from each other to go.
I told the owner of the publication I write for that I will be quiting on March 3, two days before I leave. I have decided to just go for it and worry about the consequences later. I hope I don't spend much time while I'm there worrying about funds. I don't think I will.
So I laid out the clothes I think I will bring with me--lots of sweaters (or jumpers, as they say in the UK) to make me look like I belong there. (Of course, that's just a guess. It could be everyone's wearing sweat shirts and pants. I just don't know.) I'm not bringing too much, just enough to get by. I can always get more things in London, if I need them.
I have a string of visitors planning to come. My nephew Will, friend Ellen, sister-in-law Ceci, fiends Lynne and Mary. And I have quite a few days on my own. Sounds like a perfect combo to me.
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