Ch-ch-ch-changes

I've left Dublin, it's all behind me now. I got my first and now my student record has been deleted. end of an era and all that.

The move to England and adulthood is taking place in stages; first Spain, Estepona and Barcelona, made me want to learn Spanish and run away to the sun. Now i'm in Devon, at my grandma's house, it's very clean, neat, and peaceful, and it fosters good habits and clear headedness. i'm very relaxed.

I have, however been busy, gathering and collating evidence of my relationship with my boy, of our cohabitation, of our co-finances, of everything we've ever done together, of where we want to live and what we want to do, in order to persuade the good men at the immigration officers that the boy should be allowed to live in England.

The odd ting is i'm beginning to thing more and more that i'd kinda rather go to the States... some oddness on holiday, and a bout of self doubt have conspired to make me think Austin, or New York, or California, would be more fun than all this.

le sigh...