I had a dream last night that I was moving to London. I think I had gotten a job there or something. A friend (although I'm pretty sure it wasn't either of my friends who actually live in England) was supposed to pick me up at the airport, but he didn't show. Pretty soon I was the only person at the airport besides the staff (apparently in my dreamland Heathrow is a small airport and my flight was the last of the day). It was like being the last kid picked up after camp is over. I bitched about my unreliable friend until he showed up. And then I hit him with my purse.
Aside from having stupid friends that won't pick you up at the airport, I think it would be badass to move to England. Well, badasser than living here.