chocolate, anyone?

Okay, I feel a tad better. Nick and I had a long talk and clarified some issues. He didn't mean for me to get the impression that he didn't know about us; he just doesn't know when he can come to America now. Or how it will work out, considering the situation.

So, he can come here, and we can live in a crappy apartment and live on macaroni and cheese for 8 years til he gets his degree, or I can move to England and work in the hospital while he finishes school.

While neither is a very attractive option, we still agree that being apart for 8 years is impossible. So it doesn't sound like we'll be apart, whatever happens.

I suppose, if the worst comes to worse, and I go to the land of Poms and driving on the wrong side of the road, I shall keep you informed of my life on my ever informative (and probably too much so) blog.

Heheheh... if the worst comes to worst, we could always live in a van down by the river... the amneties would include free running water, central air, a close view of nature, and free laundry facilities. :P

Okay, neither of us are very happy with this news, but we're gonna figure something out.