Here I am America. Let’s see what’ll happen now. ( Latest news )

Okay, I’ve tried to be reasonable, but I’ve had enough. This prejudice and intolerance has gone too far and I can’t take it. I thought England was going to be a fresh new start, not a repeat of all the bad. ( The tale )

I’m closing everything up and transferring myself and my holdings and assets to the states. I’m not going home, there’s nothing for me there. England has broken my heart, perhaps the States will be more forgiving. Is it too hard to just settle, meet some nice people, and have some fun? It seems that the class system is still very much in charge in London. As with my homeland, you are what you were born to be. In America it seems that you are what you have or can do. I'm not rich, but I have some family wealth. Hopefully things will change. ( The backstory )

I’ve been invited to some very nice places and have been moving in some elite circles, but there’s this professor, and he’s being very hostile. He’s got some sort of problem with me based solely on where I’m from, and he’s starting rumours, gossip, and just basically trying to assassinate my character. Those close to me aren’t buying it, but I can see that others are and its affecting how they treat me. ( The problems )

I’ve been dating, having a ball, meeting great and interesting people, but a couple of times I’ve run into a few problems. There’s an undercurrent of racism here that’s quite prevalent. Maybe I’m just being overtly sensitive, but well… ( Another massive update )

Well, I’m here and I’ve met some wonderful people. London is a fantastic city. Why I didn’t do this years ago I have no idea. Te crossing was very rough indeed, but it's in the past, like everything else. ( A massive update on everything )

I’ve been working with a firm in London and they sent out a rep. He’s a nice fellow, and it’s inspiring me to take a trip there. I’ve been wallowing in self pity and going through the motions for too long. Time to brush off the cobwebs and start to be active again. ( Getting away, far away )

My family estate is big, cold, and lonely. I have a few companions, but they’re only here for what they can get out of me. I'm aware of this. Painfully aware. I’m tempted to leave. I know the ‘duty’ card will be played, but so far, ‘duty’ hasn’t done me a lot of favours so to hell with it. ( What’s been going on lately )

I don’t think I’ve ever been more alone. I’m angry, in fact, I’m filled with rage and hate about my circumstances. After everything I’ve done, everything I've achieved, I’m left in this wretched condition. ( Bleak musings and dark truths )

My wife has always been a bit high strung, and in some ways I loved that about her, however, there’s been a serious failure to communicate and some grievous trust issues. We’re seperating. ( The whole story )