Some days I find it absolutely astounding that I live so close to NYC. When I was wee I told my nig brother, David that I would never go to America, (although in my dream land, I had managed to remove Florida from the rest of the US, 'cause I was definately planning to go there.) I told our David that there was no chance I would ever live there. I wonder if God laughed at me that day? David said way back then that he was moving here; at the age of 12, he'd decided. I, on the other hand, was moving to Australia, the Melbourne area to be precise. We have family there, and so I would move to be with them. Strange how at that age I knew that I would leave home. I was so sure of it.
Well, now I live in the US! (Good job sticking to that plan Scoti! Nice!) I just saw this picture in "My Pic" and it made my heart smile. Whoever would have known when I was 11?
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