Craving conveyance over the seas to this, my beloved London. Today it occurred to me that I might be able to negotiate the incredibly difficult immigration laws that I was previously unable to overcome. If I can find a conveyance…my heart might just heal several old wounds.
I will happily march through all of this kingdom that my ancestors fled all those many years ago. They got themselves on the Mayflower and made their way away…I seek my own sort of Mayflower but going in the other direction.
The Hamlet Project 