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Deep breath. This was not a blog I wanted to write. In the last month I have been spending time with someone who refers to "future me". Pile of dishes to wash ? Future me problem. Using all the hot water ? Future me can deal with that. I've adopted this phrase, and have been referring to my departure as a Future Me issue; she can cross that bridge. Moreover, I've been thinking that maybe that moment wouldn't actually come around... I kept that little spark alive of perhaps something radical would happen whereby Uncle Sam offered me a no-strings citizenship, job, life Stateside. For someone who has a weakness for living one foot in the future - counting down days, always aware of dates, daydreaming away the present - I have been incredibly in the moment during these 2 months (occasionally to a fault...visa for Canada ? Flights for tomorrow ? Oops.) For the most part this has proven rewarding, satisfying and much healthier. But it also means that when days like toda