The British Evasion

I remember now, I used to be headstrong and rebel-like.

When I was a teenager my dream was to move to London.

(I don't know why.)

So, my grandparents said "Your dad is from there"

They couldn't stop me from trying to grow up too fast.

(As if that would make me go "ew" you could not stop me.)

I watched Doctor Who on PBS and told my bestfriend how badly I wanted to go.

We swore we'd be best friends no matter where we lived.

I plotted a "career" I could do from anywhere

(Writer.)

My ticket was bought as soon as eight teen hit, at least my fake documents read that.

I would never tell on me.

I was two hours late anyway.

I cried my way on to the next flight.

(pre 9/11. It was easier to pull hijinks like that.)

I had a British DJ boyfriend, who I met on the internet.

I was pretty sure I was set.

By December I was miserable, wanted to go home.

I wouldn't give up just yet.

(I had a weird sense of pride damnit)

So, I slept on Paul's mate's sofa. He had a girlfriend, so Paul thought it was a good place to stash me.

(The allure of dating a DJ grew old fast)

We would still have sex during the pre-weekend days.

AJ and his girlfriend Lauren were so nice to let me hide in blanket on their sofa.

AJ taught me smoother transitions than Paul could ever do.

(Mostly because Paul didn't want to be a good DJ just the kind who got chicks-and boy did he.)

Lauren taught me baking, I loved her the most.

One day, I felt ready to go home, I'd had enough adventure for now.

It was time to go home and graduate.

Thats how I remember the summer before I left school.