Prepping for immigration.
Years of discussions.
14 months applying for partner visa.
Daughter becoming dual citizen.
Mentally preparing ourselves.
Getting rid of things.
Keeping eyes on job market.
Prepping for shipping.
Saying goodbye to fur family.
Gathering information and records.
Setting money aside.
Downsizing going into overdrive.
Giving things away.
Mentally preparing toddler, as best one can.
Giving things away.
Excited sadness packing.
Leaving things behind.
Away we go, again.
Norwegian Airline awesomeness.
Boston is expensive.
Kansas City.. where is everyone… OH! Here they are!
So. Here we are. Three weeks and some change into living in a multi-generational home. It doesn’t quite feel like ours, but it feels warm and familiar. Everything is an adjustment - getting used to hugging people so often again. Driving again. Dating my husband again. Keeping to a routine for Peaches. Explaining just why we cannot pop over to her buddy’s homes anymore - but hey look at all your cousins! Spending time with my Grandma again. Lovely adjustments.
The job hunt continues, another adjustment. We were both so used to the fast paced London, where you apply and hear back almost immediately. I am trying not to panic apply, just take some deep breaths and cast my services net into the world. Something will come along, because I am not going to stop until it does!
Mom and Dad have their own bedroom again.
Opened bank accounts.
Renewed Driver's License.
Playdates for Peaches.
Date nights for Mom and Dad.
Ikea shopping U.S. style.
Going through boxed possessions.
Currently we’re almost completely reliant on my parents - which we hate BUT are accepting any help people want to give us. That is one thing that has changed in the years, accepting help. Because I cannot do everything on my own. No one can. We need each other. (This is what I keep telling myself! Adjustment!)
I am very glad to be home.
Cold sweat forms on my brow as I carefully look over the information on the screen. I go to push the button and the last decade flashes through my mind. My head begins to float as I try to remember purchasing my first one-way ticket to London.
But I can’t.
I remember selling my car to pay for it. I remember having to purchase it last minute. I remember thinking how foolish I was for not saving more over the last year. I remember sitting with my parents trying to both “kill” time and make it stop while waiting in the airport before the first leg of my journey. I remember trying to burn my families’ images, voices and embraces into my brain. I remember trying not to cry too much and to focus on the moments ahead.
I remember trying to appear strong but feeling like I was made out of sugar glass.
Things are very different in America now. As am I. A girl left but now will return as a woman. Have I changed for the better? How has my family members changed? How has the job market changed? How has the political atmosphere altered? These are all things running through my head.
It’s bought. Three one way flights to the U.S. It’s happening. BLIMEY. Not that this is a spur of the moment decision. We have discussed it for years, it took 14 months for us to go through the Visa process, several months of downsizing / packing up family possessions and a month to make Peaches an American citizen. So. This is happening!!!
Wait, I’m confused, what is happening…..
...oh let me explain. In July my South African partner and British daughter are moving to America with me. There will be some alterations to the blog/instagram as we transition. Some further delays in posting may be possible (as we do not even own laptops anymore… whhhhhhhhat. #DOWNSIZING). But. I will keep the writing up - in whatever form it may evolve into. I am still a dummie. The writing will continue, I hope you dear reader, will come along for the ride.
So we finally flew with our 12+ months daughter and now we are experts! Hahaha, ohhhh I needed a laugh. We did it, we will do it again and here is the information for future me (or now you, whoever you are).
International Long Haul Flights with our crawling daughter :
On the way to the U.S. there were three adults (myself and my parents) for the long journey. We took a day flight, which meant a 3 am start to our day consisting of :
Peaches was fantastic! I figured it would be a horribly long journey and had no real rules set up for either of us. Carried plenty of snacks, let her nurse on demand (including takeoff and landing), let her nap when she wanted, let her explore her limited surroundings almost unfettered and let her crawl to her heart's content before boarding. She acted like it was all a treat - thank goodness!
International Long Haul Flights with our walking daughter :
On the way to the U.K. it was just my husband and me this time. We took an afternoon flight, which meant a normal start to the day consisting of :
Peaches, again, I cannot complain - she was a real trooper! It was crowded, very warm and this time around there was no extra seating. We weren’t as prepared for meals this time around, so we spent a fortune on airport sandwiches. She nursed, slept, snacked or fussed for the duration of both flights. No major incidents to report, just a solid little traveler.
Next time, we the adults, really need to be prepared for meals on connection flights. It is fine when we are connecting through a major airport but most of the time, it is a rinky-dink operation. I cannot in good conscience pay another $20 for a crappy sandwich, so :
Unless someone wants to fly us First Class.
Not an instructional blog but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth - so help me Mom.