England may happen sooner than I'd expected.

Australia may happen too.

I feel like I'm floundering about in possibilities, suddenly. Too much. Not enough. So confusing.

A boy on camera. Another one. One smiles, blows kisses. The other curls up asleep. Precious, both of them.

A third boy, pictures hidden away for now, his words are his face bared to the world. Precious too.

Canada? How to get there from here?

Gods, so many things to worry and wonder about. And tonight, tonight I would throw it all away if I could. Worry another day. Today, I would run.

Wrote an email.

We'll see what the response is.

Will I run? To whose arms? Why?

...I only know I'll come back sooner or later. Back to the ones I love. Back to my boys. Of everyone in the world, I am linked to them deeply, strongly... mine. Mine.

Mine.

Almost a chant, over and over.

Comforting.

Mine.

So I'm off, now.

Thinking.

Thinking a LOT.

Because really, if I think enough, I'll figure it out... right?

Goblin king, goblin king, wherever you may be...