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I met an American in my town!

Yesterday, I took my son to the doctor (he has pink eye the poor thing). While sitting in the waiting room I was approached by a woman (close to my age) who asked if I was American. I said yes and she said she was from Ohio. We talked briefly about how long we've been living here and the trials of having to register a child as an American (a full day's affair in London). With every name that was called, we knew our time was limited and I think we both didn't want to let the opportunity go (knowing full well how rare it is to come across another American in this area). We quickly exchanged cell phone numbers and said we'd meet for lunch sometime soon.
She txt me later in the day and invited me to meet for coffee. I am so excited and hopeful that we'll hit it off. I can't say enough how wonderful it would be to have an American friend so close by. I have one American friend that is here in England but she lives so far from me, we never get to meet up. I just know if she was close by, we'd be the closest of friends. Just talking on the phone makes this world seem a little bit smaller and it's such a comfort knowing I if need be, I have someone to turn to that's in the same time zone. That being said, I've always wished she was closer so I'd have someone who knew exactly how it feels to be an American living here.
Because she has a 9 week old baby, as long as Ethan's pink eye is clear (and my sore throat doesn't turn into anything), I'll be meeting my fellow American for coffee on Monday morning. I'm really looking forward to it.
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Courtney said…
Can't wait to hear how it went!
6:17 PM
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