The thing with shidduchim is, that I dont actually want to be one. I dont want to be someone else's success story, someones secure place in heaven. I want to meet someone in a Borders. We'll be browsing the same aisle, I think. He'll notice the pile of pseudo-intellectual books I'm carrying around with me and think "Interesting choices.. wow, good hair!"

The alternative, being set up, is often too grim to contemplate. It's disheartening, and increasingly humiliating. Not for me, seeing as I'm opting out of that whole scene, but for friends of mine who are going through it. People (and by 'people' i fully intend to imply frum women wearing sheitels) should be banned entirely from setting singletons up on the basis of "well she's frum, and he's frum, and they both have jobs". I am woman, hear me SHRIEK. Who does that?! London may be stagnant, but surely we can do better than that!

There are so many reasons to move, to get on the plane, to pack up my books, to leave behind the theatre and good shopping and afternoon tea and scones, best friends and seeing my nephews every Friday. But i want to have my own little ones! I want to find someone. And i need to move to even think about it. I'm imagining being able to go to the kotel whenever i want... will i go often enough, knowing it's just a bus ride away?

So much to think about, to worry about, be excited about. Will I survive this move?!