Lost that lovin' feelin'

You'll be happy to know, I've located the source of the problem. An explanation for my complete and utter inability to write a simple blog post.

See, when I began this blog, it had a purpose, an editorial focus,if you will. I was moving to London, and for better or worse, I felt that documenting my observations of the good, the bad and the ugly of this transition would be entertaining for my friends and family at home. Every time I strayed slightly off course (see any post where there's lots of pictures of my weekend), it seemed incongruous. So I tried to stick to the objective: The funny, quirky and at times infuriating differences between life here and life in the States (with the exception of Sam, but even he sort of made sense).

The thing is, I now believe the OckleShow has lost its raison d'etre. After almost 10 months of being here, the times when I stop and marvel at the pure Britishness of it all have become fewer and farther between. I don't compare every little thing. Entire days go by and I don't think about BEING IN LONDON; I just think about being. It's weird, but I think I've finally sort of become used to it.

So with this in mind, I'm going to embark on a search for the next generation of OckleShow. What will it be about? Will the cast of characters stay the same? Will I replace my sister with another not-similar-enough-looking-but-better actress and expect you not to notice (see Roseanne)? Will someone just inexplicably disappear all-together (see the other daughter on Family Matter)? Will someone give birth to twin babies (see Cosby Show/Full House)? Will there be the sudden appearance of a red-headed step child (see Brady Bunch/Diff'rent Strokes)? Or an orphan (see Growing Pains)? or a ridiculously precocious kid (see Cosby Show, Family Ties, and the entire "you got it dude" stage of the Olsen twins)?

I'm taking suggestions. Fire away.