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People who have known me for a long time know that I used to be big into drama.  I created it when I could, I loved being in the midst of some overblown angst.  And then I turned 16.  I’m not saying I’ve never been in the middle of some serious drama over the years because I really, really have.  Some my own making, some just circumstances I wouldn’t get myself out of.  But now?  I hate drama.  Maybe it’s years of teaching teenagers or just dealing with some of the day in, day out goings on as an expat when I was in London. 

If I learned anything when I lived in England it was how to deal with stress and how NOT to deal with stress.  Being friends with Laura helped me with that because even in the middle of an intense storm, she’s peaceful.  Part of that is her faith, part of that is her marriage.  But drama is not something Laura does, which is one of the reasons I value her advice and opinion so highly.  But I digress.

 The last few days have been a lot of drama with family.  As Rob said, it’s ridiculous and now it’s become a burden that we have to extricate ourselves from.  I hate having to put distance between us and family because my family is one of the most important parts of my life.  However, my mental stability and our relationship are higher priorities for both of us than making sure people don’t get their feelings hurt.  That may sound selfish but right now, it feels like self-preservation. 

Still missing London.

“Why, Sir, you find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.”

-Samuel Johnson