Life has changed since my last post and I'm happy to tell you that I'm writing this one from my new home in the UK. From the West Midlands, about 25 minutes from Birmingham to be exact. We have moved. Again. Au revoir, Luxembourg!
It wasn't planned; it sort of just happened, and when it was clear we would move I thought we wouldn't until in maybe two months. Then things started rolling quite fast and before I knew it we had packed almost everything and I remember being very tired (okay, I was exhausted) when we drove to Calais to catch a ferry across the Channel with most of our stuff (A will soon go to get the rest). If there is anyone out there contemplating on whether to move (abroad) or not then let me just tell you to stop worrying and go for it. In my experience it's best to embrace changes because resisting them makes it a whole lot more difficult to let go. These thoughts and worries in your head aren't real, and changes bring new opportunities. Courage, my friend, courage!
I think we get used to a new home in small steps. For me there seem to be occurring moments when I sense a feeling of I'm home and slowly that feeling grows deeper. Yesterday I felt it strongly when I had finished arranging the sitting room and began unpacking the coffee table books. It was a deeper I'm home than the day before. Or maybe it was just the handling of books playing a trick on me.
When our eight-year old started telling us about King James I, Guy Fawkes, and the Gunpowder Plot over dinner I got the feeling that he was feeling quite at home already, and obviously paying good attention at school.
These days I'm busy arranging our things and getting the children settled while A is attending a workshop at his new workplace. Everyone is doing fine and we are all ready for our UK adventure. I mean, what could possibly go wrong, we are basically living in the Shire?!! (Shire as in the LOTR. Tolkien lived just a bit further south.)
By the way, that photo wasn't planned. I was emptying boxes and suitcases and I only put the hat on the windowsill while I was arranging something. Then I looked at it and was immediately reminded of the line in Paul Young's song.
In my defence he was my 80s idol.
I have got plenty of unpacking to do and right now I have to rely on a hotspot wi-fi connection, which
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