Update (9/15): Hmmm…maybe I should rethink this living-in-Britain idea. So sad, the decline of Britain. And yes, I do think the adoption of sharia in any Western country indicates a decline.
Public executions, rolling heads, the continuation of government-sanctioned racial discrimination, immigration raids, murdered babies – good grief! It’s Friday, time to lighten up.
After three years of working for myself, I haven’t mastered the art of taking a vacation, a real vacation: going offline and going somewhere fun that’s not work- or blog-related. I’m always online, and traveling typically involves conferences or something I have to do. It’s been so long since I packed a bag, left work and the must-do list behind, and just…jetted. Somewhere.
My ideal vacation spot is not the Bahamas or Jamaica or the mountains or Disney World. It’s the United Kingdom. Starting point: England.
Except for what I’ve read, seen on TV, and heard from British exchange students I once knew and the occasional Brit with whom I’ve crossed paths, I don’t know much about England. All I know is I want to go.
Our own dear country is only a couple centuries old. But behind England lies more than a millennia of recorded history, a country that still retains evidence of a Roman presence, a country whose monarchy remains a curious fascination even among people who claim to want to do away with it. I want to stand among all that history, the land and its people.
Last year I mentioned a desire to live in Britain for a year or two, and I still aim to do it. It wasn’t blog fodder! The plan is two-fold: take advantage of my writer-in-residence status at Biola University and catch a ride (and room and board) to Biola London and live there for a semester or two; if that’s not possible, visit on a book tour. 
Escapism can be good. If you get bored at work today, answer the following questions:
When and where was your last real vacation?
What is your ideal vacation?
Rest easy, everybody.
