So here I am. In England. Writing my very first British blog post from my very British new home. I have so much to tell you all. So much has happened in this one short week since we left (has it really been one whole week?!).
Days have passed in a blur of jetlag, rain (oh so much rain!) and excitement at finally being here.
The flight was fine. Good even. Our two littlies behaved beautifully. Oliver either watched movies (TV with no limits – he was in heaven!), slept (I never want to travel cattle class again, thanks) or played with the numerous presents I wrapped up for him and popped in his Trunki. Lila just charmed the pants off everyone around her. Even Paul and I managed a fair amount of sleep and didn’t feel too shabby by the end of it all.
Then we arrived. And it was grey and cold and drizzly and busy. And exactly how you imagine England to be when you’re hanging out at the beach on a beautiful day in Sydney. But then there were the Grandparents running towards us and they made it so right.
And it’s felt so right ever since. Despite the rain and the extreme tiredness (two children awake from 1.30am until 7am for two nights in a row was a killer), it feels exactly as I hoped. Like we’ve arrived back home.
The house we had only seen on the internet is lovely, seeing the cousins playing together was beautiful and watching Oliver’s face light up around his beloved Grandparents is what this is all about.
I can’t wait to tell you more tales from this new life of ours. I hope you’ll bear with me. We’re still without mobiles and bank-cards, still sorting out cars and parking permits and slowly getting round to contacting old friends and family. We’re getting there though. And we're here and loving it. And it’s all just so exciting.
Until next time… how have you all been? I hope you’re all having a good week. x