Dissenters Be Damned

I used to get so frustrated with myself because as much as I loved the people and place I live there was always this yearning, restless desire to escape it. I would berate myself and wonder why I could not be content in such a fabulous place, that I could not force the dream to shut the hell up and to give me some peace. I have a fabulous family sequestered in nooks all within five miles of me, no not everyone, but a large number of people I adore. I have an apartment that is way under priced in this market and a great location and it suits me perfectly. I am working in my dream job for a nonprofit, with a boss and colleagues that treat with the utmost respect and consideration. So as I am kindly reminded by others, as well as my logical self, why in the hell would I want to give this all up to live in a place that has an astronomical cost of living, away from those I hold dearest, and in a country that does all it can to avoid giving out highly coveted resident visas?  A good question and the answer recently became clear to me. If despite all logic my heart and soul keep insisting I go there, then there is a damn good reason. Despite all evidence to the contrary I belong there, in England. No matter how fabulous a life I create here, I will always want to be there. Despite how difficult it might be, despite having no clear idea how I can make it happen, at least I can give myself a break and accept that it is okay for me to want this with all my heart, dissenters be damned.