London– I Have Been Waiting for You: The Epiphany

Before I grew to be a “recovering Anglophile”, the inner-gypsy in me had whispered that it was time to quench the thirst of my wanderlust by fulfilling a life-long goal of “becoming one” with James Bond and the Beatles– the result would be my moving to the United Kingdom in an effort to have that mission accomplished (Imagine my thrill the day I heard Paul McCartney and Wings sing the theme  song, “Live and Let Die“, eponymously-titled after the movie that featured my suave agent.) I had never been to Great Britain, but knew that England, in particular, was calling and I had to answer.

This wasn’t a new conversation occurring amongst “me, myself and I”, but an ongoing discussion that slowly developed to unveil how strong my desire had grown since previous inner-dialogues… something far beyond musings of needing to be in the UK out of the belief that I may have existed during Medieval times in a world, immersed in Arthurian legend with Merlin, Guinevere and Excalibur or maybe, the Elizabethan era, where I could be found hanging with the Queen’s gang.

It was 2003, and at that point in my life, I had consumed my fill of broadcast media; I was ready to be the artsy, flower-child, living abroad that I was always meant to be. Mind you, having such an urge erupt usually came in four-year-intervals (a recurring theme in my life since childhood, as my mother tended to advance in her career {leading her to the title of “Senior Registered Nursing of Psychiatry”, before retirement}, and uproot our family to new locations around the same periods of time). The last occasion of my feeling a burst of inspiration to break away and start anew, prior to this, was in 1999 while living in South Florida. I was in the same field of work in Miami, and similarly, felt smothered in my environment. That’s when an unexpected muse showed up to murmur… or rather, “surf-rock-rap” its message into my ear, by way of music, wrapped in a bowling shirt… otherwise known as, Smash Mouth’s “All Star” (Yes, that description made my head spin, too, but I liked it.) No, really, I’m serious… I heard that song in my tiny, studio apartment in Hollywood, Florida and it triggered me to pack my bags, break-up with my first love of ten years, and GO!

COME ON… how could I ignore the lyrics[¹]? Check them out:

So much to do. So much to see.
So, what’s wrong with taking the back streets?
You’ll never know, if you don’t go.
You’ll never shine, if you don’t glow.
Hey now, you’re an All Star, get your game on, go play.
Hey now, you’re a Rock Star, get the show, on get paid.
And all that glitters is gold.
Only shooting stars break the mold.

Whenever I heard that bouncy tune, I felt powerful and knew that I could do anything. Just like labor and childbirth though (from what I hear), where no two events are the same,  my second experience with musical epiphanies didn’t give me the same visceral emotion or geographical yearning as the first; This time, a deep, rich, raspy… dynamic composition would awaken and lure me to another continent.

It happened one, early morning, towards the end of my overnight shift for NBC’s local news, Today in New York (“TINY” as we referred to it in the newsroom). Our network counterpart, The “Today” Show, that followed us in programming was hosting one of their regular “Concert Series” in Rockefeller Plaza. Instead of looking out of the seventh-floor window to see who was performing, below, I began to watch the show’s musical guest through the TV monitor in the playback area, where I sat to coordinate and roll videotapes during newscasts, when I wasn’t editing.

Then–there he was, my new crush– Seal Henry Samuel, performing the anthem that would change my direction in life, “Waiting for You“.

I had often listened to the tune on my CD player and felt the explosion of chords go through my finger tips. So, it was no, complete, surprise that such an arrangement would be a catalyst for my surge of urgency to take action. It was, however, unexpected that Seal would speak to me through the television screen… not once, but twice as he’d later appear in a second interview on a different day.

The deliciously dark, desirable and dapper dreamboat (“Yaaay” for alliteration!) was equally well-polished amongst his many wonderful traits as he serenaded the audience with his vocals and conversation (I’ve always been a sucker for a British accent. The fact that he was an “English chocolate” and Nigerian swirl of nationalities just made him even more exotic and sexy.)

He was a young, elegant Sidney Poitier (sssiiiggghh… be still, my heart.)

Side note: As I searched the internet to see if I could find the transcript to correctly quote the luscious artist, I accidentally stumbled upon his actual interview and performance here (YAAAY!). I find it amusing that he looked far more a “Rock Star Romeo” in his first chat than the “Dapper Dan”, I had recalled his style to have been in his other question-and-answer session.
I was already taken by what he shared with Katie Couric, but became bewitched by my enchanter’s words as he charmingly shared anecdotes with a different anchor that included his own frustrations going on in life at the time, he was creating his album that would become a hit. To paraphrase —
Something told me that it was time to go home… to London.”

I was sold.

Listening to Seal and reading Paulo Coelho’s book,  “The Alchemist“, that spoke of finding one’s “personal legend” – the soul’s true desire – changed my outlook and solidified that I wasn’t wrong for wanting to satisfy my yearning.

This was perfect timing as I would come full circle by hitting the six-figure-mark in my yearly earnings, for the first time in my career, to poetically leave it all behind, and start anew as a poor immigrant in unchartered territory… such freedom.

I knew what needed to be done and took action to begin my new journey. To get the ball rolling, I:

  • put my condo up for sale (but later, rented it out instead)
  • withdrew my 401(k)
  • searched online for London flats 

(and most importantly…)

  • went on internet dating websites to find a playmate for worldwide adventures

(Hey, gypsy girls need love, too!)

In my next installment I, ChocolateGeisha, shall spill the sake about my quest for online romance with a Brit, also known as:  “Project: Get a Date, Mate!” and what lead up to my London encounter with “Dudley Do-Wrong” (The name seriously fits.)


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16 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Wendy
    Sep 05, 2011 @ 09:57:43

    Anxiously awaiting Part Deux! xoxo


  2. Cathy
    Sep 05, 2011 @ 10:18:19

    I’m reserving most comments for later, but just want to say now that we have a lot in common! Your writing is spectacular. You should write a novel based on this story. I can visualize the film too!


    • Heidi Rodney-Nakanishi
      Sep 05, 2011 @ 12:12:52

      Thaaaaank yoooou! 😀 I’ve always visualized Woody Allen directing the story of my life on screen. I would be thrilled for all the quirkiness to stand out! Please subscribe to my blog so that you can keep up with my installments.

      Oh yeah, I’d also appreciate it if you’d click the “Like” button on this page and share the link with everyone on Facebook, Twiitter and so forth. Thanks, Cathy!!!


      • Cathy
        Sep 06, 2011 @ 22:23:37

        I didn’t see a Like button on this page (using my iPhone). I’ll paste the link on my FB. I use FB securely only so I don’t go to second sites anymore. I subscribed Sunday.

        Woody Allen writes all his own material but you never know. Your story could become another Bridget Jones phenomenon.

      • Heidi Rodney-Nakanishi
        Sep 06, 2011 @ 23:01:59

        No worries… the “Like” button is kind of new on this site (for the two months or so that I’ve been on it). There is a star-shaped icon to click on, at the bottom of each post, as well as a “Follow” and “Like” tab at the top of the webpage; I’m not sure whether or not the top ones only appear to WordPress bloggers. Thank you for subscribing. 🙂 I actually don’t see your name or face anywhere on my site. So, either, there was a technical glitch and it didn’t go through or I haven’t completely figured out all of the nuances of my page to find things.

      • Cathy
        Sep 06, 2011 @ 23:09:16

        There must’ve been a technical glitch, because I wasn’t subscribed until an hour or so ago even though I had asked to be, and for some reason I can’t log in, so I’m still a guest. When I’m on the computer tomorrow instead of the phone I’ll try to work it out.

      • Heidi Rodney-Nakanishi
        Sep 06, 2011 @ 23:15:19

        Actually, I was just notified that you subscribed. However, my count of followers stayed the same instead of going up, by one. So, either there is still a technical glitch or one of my two friends unsubscribed… something I highly doubt. Thanks, again, though! <:D

  3. Sheila
    Sep 06, 2011 @ 19:27:09

    Hey Sugar, I must tell you that I am extremely impressed with your writing skills. It’s apparent you have a true knack for it. This is something you should seriously consider delving into on an even more serious level. I look forward to reading more of your memoirs.


    • Heidi Rodney-Nakanishi
      Sep 06, 2011 @ 20:20:09

      Thank you, my darling, for such great encouragement! 😀 I will, definitely, continue on this new writing adventure and look forward to more feedback and/ or any requests that you might have for me! Kisses!


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  5. Marsha
    Sep 10, 2011 @ 18:11:17

    It was my precious cat Merlin that got you started in all this. I am sad to say that Merlin was either Norwegian Forest cat, or more likely a Maine Coon. You met him, at Grandma Eva’s in 1990. He got the Brit thing going with his name and his very, highly enlightened, polite, cat mannerisms. Miss him so much. My room mate, sister girl, Trish and I have a Royal British something or other cat now. He has the personality of a prince of kittys. Please don’t run off to England because of our cat…are you ready for his name?….Butter….or I will be forced to find an Asian puddy tat…like the gorgeous Himalayan, with the Russian name, Natasha, I once had a Siamese, that Buddy named Bunny. I know it is all about my cats rather than Brit men. It would have to be. We love cats!!! Okay men too!!!


  6. Marsha
    Sep 10, 2011 @ 18:14:42

    Please excuse my misspelled first post. I could not delete it and sent both copies. It is thinking fastter than typing. Good enough excuse????


  7. Heidi Rodney-Nakanishi
    Sep 10, 2011 @ 21:16:59

    Hahahaha… I’m a little tipsy now so am thinking, “WHAT IS SHE TALKING ABOUT!!!?” HAHAHAA…

    By the way, I took care of the misspelled duplicate!

    Oh yeah… I’m starting to think that you should begin your own blog, Mama Lackey! So many great anecdotes, waiting to be discovered!!!!


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