leggy blonde goodbye

hey england.

it's been real. i know we had our fights, and i spent a lot of time cheating on you (in thought, not in deed) with america. but you have to understand, that's a 20-year relationship - i can't just let it go, even for a minor fling with you. of course, we had good times too. i met some amazing people through you, who i hope to stay in contact with for the rest of my life. and i'll see you again, i'm sure, but really, there's no future for you and me. we're just not that compatible. you see...i miss produce. i miss berkeley and rockridge. i miss san francisco at night. i miss the possibilities i see everywhere when i'm home. i miss my dogs and my family and my house. i miss the smell of BART and the taste of village market skirt steak and the feel of warm chaise underneath me and the sound of the pond and the view of the golden gate. i miss the weird bits of americana even neil gaiman - a brit - can appreciate when he looks at my country. it's time to go. and even though i'm longing to be home again, i did have a good, productive, once-in-a-life time here. i would do it again. but not anytime soon.

faithfully america's,

daisy