'Ello, England?

I know I haven't posted in forever. But really, I've had nothing to say. My life's been pretty monotonous. Writing from the daughterland of America, I can say my life's not quite so monotonous anymore. Because I might be going to the Motherland. That's right. I might be moving to England. 

Should I be scared? Nothing's going to happen for a while yet. But the weirdest thing happened today. I woke up, and thought about living in England. My mom's said stuff before about moving to another country if she gets a better job, and I always just don't think about it. If you don't worry, it won't happen. It's always worked before. But I can't stop thinking about this. Do I want to live there...? I don't know. Because I'm actually not that upset at the prospect. 

I'd only live there for two years, or 'til the end of high school. Is it worth it to leave Stuyvesant? I don't like Stuyvesant much. Like at all. Education-wise, though, going there could positively affect the rest of my life. Then again, to get into an ivy league college like the ones I want to go to you have to be in the top 8% at Stuy, which I'm not. I'd actually have a better chance of getting into ivy league American colleges if I went to school in England instead. 

AUGH. I'm so conflicted. It doesn't help that my ipod went off in the middle of the night, and when I woke up it was playing Breakaway. 'Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye, you gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change...I won't forget the place I've come from...But you've got to breakaway.' Greattt. 

I'm thinking about friends too. I love my friends in America, but most of my best friends don't live in the City anyways. Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today...HE was going to New York. I'm leaving New York. Weird? Very. 

Very very very.