Dad: prophet?
When I was at university, I decided that I was going to spend a semester studying abroad. My first choice was Australia. I told my parents that I wanted to go to Australia and study. They were less than happy.
My father, particularly, was against this. Firstly, he said, if anything happened to me, it would take them 24 hours to get to me. This, of course, is true.
His second objection was more selfish. He was sure that I'd fall in love with some Australian guy and marry him and never come home. This is sort of amusing because of course while I was studying abroad, I met James. Although I did come home, I ultimately did move to England.
I can now safely say, without a shadow of a doubt, that if I'd come to Australia, instead of England, and met some guy and fell in love, there is no way in hell I'd ever have come back. So, good on you dad. You were probably right.
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Beth Ballingall
food lover : world traveller : gamer : New Yorker : twenty-something : former Londoner : handbag lover : erstwhile soprano : geek
See. You should move here.
Or Sydney.
I guess.