So I decided I’m going to move to England. Southern California is great, but when I’m in England I always feel like everything around me is immersed in so much culture. Compared to the vapidity of SoCal, and especially Newport Beach, I’d be glad to have an environment that has history.

Fortunately the process shouldn’t be too difficult. I’m speaking, of course, relatively. Any kind of move is a gargantuan task, and international travel even more so. But the fact that I have a great deal of family there, as well as being a direct descendent of a citizen, is one less step to overcome.

I haven’t broken this to my parents, yet, either. I don’t expect them to take me seriously, but I’m going to do it. I don’t have a timeframe or anything, but I’m hoping for before I graduate college. Maybe I can transfer to somewhere in the UK, so I’ll have to talk to someone about that.

I was bored in Fallbrook, and I thought moving to Irvine would fix that. But now, after a year, I’m just as bored as I was at home. (Okay, that’s not true. Irvine isn’t as bad as Fallbrook. At least I have high-speed internet.) The pattern indicates that I am just hopelessly plagued by wanderlust, and I will probably be bored in England after a spell. But what an experience it will be.

If you can’t understand my motivation, just look at these photos of Lytham on Flickr. That’s where my grandparents live, and browsing through those photos instills in me an intense sense of longing. My dad had to come to California to find his way. I think I have to go back to find mine.