Perhaps I’ve been listening to too much BBC News on the radio or I’m a little too obsessed with Britcoms but… I’ve been wishing that Jon and I could move to England. It’s not feasible right now because it would be muy expensive (especially with student loans to pay off) but I have dreamed for a while of going back there to visit and spending more than 24 hours in London and seeing the English countryside. I’d love to go to England for a month and explore or even study there for some reason.

I’ve dreamed of living in a village there, especially after reading The Shell Seekers ten years ago. Jon has expressed interest in pastoring a country church and I could be a pastor in the Church of England. I love old stone churches and high liturgies that evoke echoes of how my ancestors worshipped before pomo xianity became popular. I love churches with a strong choral tradition and Anglicanism in general.

(And yes Brianna and Richard, we are still considering a move to Canada. This will be true especially if Bush is re-elected in November.)