July 17th, 1990

July 17th, 1990

At home

Just had a lovely chat with Florence, over a bottle of wine.

“Ooh, Karen, love, I can barely keep up with you at the mo!”

I laughed. “Nor can I!”

“I’m glad David seems committed to making this all work. Sounds very promising.”

“And he also mentioned us seeing each other again this month.”

“Ooh, you better hurry up!”

“I know, right? Not quite sure how we’ll swing that but I like his intention.”

“Aw.”

“What?”

“I’ll miss you when you move to America. I love it when you pop over for a cup of tea and we end up drinking wine.”

“Me too but who said anything about me moving?”

“Oh, love,” she said her smile wide. “Look at you. You’re glowing.”

“It’s hot in here,” I said, pretending to fan myself.  “Kidding aside though, I might have a plan.”

“Oh, go on,” she said, handing me a glass of wine.

“Cheers. I was thinking that maybe I could live in LA some of the time.”

“And give up flying?”

“Oh no, not at all. Quite a few long-haul crew live in other countries. I’ve even heard of a few that live in Australia.”

“Australia?”

“British Airways offer all sorts of different contracts for crew that aren’t full time and they’re

always looking for volunteers.”

“What about your new house?”

“I could rent it out.”

“You haven’t even lived in it yet, by the way when is that happening?”

“Oh, I meant to tell you, I spoke to the estate agent this morning. He said it should only be another week or so before I get the keys.”

“I’m so proud of you love,” she said, beaming.

“So, I was thinking, the rent I get from the new house could cover the mortgage with some left over, so maybe I could go to a fifty percent contract and when it’s not flying time, I could live in LA.”

“Hmmmm,” she uttered.

“You don’t think it’s a good idea?”

“What do your mum and dad think?”

“I haven’t had a chance to talk to them about it yet, I only just thought of it this afternoon.”

She sighed. “It’s just so far away isn’t.”

“Yes, but it would at least let me get to know the area and start making my own friends and all that.”

“That’s true and I’m sure David would love having you around.”

I laughed. “Hopefully!”

“Of course he would. He’s in love with you. Maybe you could live with him?”

“No, no, no,” I said, shaking my head. “If I decide to go ahead with this, it has to be on my terms. I’d need my own place.”

“You being an only child and all that.”

I shot her a look of mock disapproval.

“As well as,” she laughed, holding up her index finger. “As well as a fierce, independent young woman.”

I clinked my glass to hers. “That’s more like it!”

 

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