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.
London, a love story
A tourist, pictures and places, passing through with excitable awe,
Promising to return for a longer stay, head and a heart full of future.
Seeking prospects, property, aspirations but ignoring lovelife all around.
A student, scary intrigues leading to even more fearful examination,
Questions answered by waves of further inquiries, my tribe member found.
Ignoring prospects, property, aspirations and seeking lovelife all around.
An immigrant, waiting for approval, that can only be found from a hug,
Daydreams distract from the desperation, a friendly family formed.
Low prospects, lovely property, high aspirations, ugly lovelife by the sea.
An assistant, commuting underground, fighting grabby hands and leers,
To find dramatics both in work and play, Olympic Jubilations embraced.
High prospects, ugly property, low pay, lovely lovelife in the city.
A girlfriend, leaps to the suburbs and into self employment hoping to find a net,
Commuting, compromising, charging ahead, creating a home together.
Low rent, freelancing pay and exploring everything London has to offer.
A wife, seeking a persistent living to charge career ahead but sexism governs,
Travelling, compromising, struggling yet deciding to create a life together.
High rent, underpaid employment and exploring everything online about babies.
A mother, scared, breaking, struggling every second and searching for relief,
Frightening forces of love fling me through isolation, learning what true strength is.
Seeking futures for two, domestic servitude and anxious explorations in parenthood.
A house parent, nervous enthusiasm met with continual resistance and struggles,
Full on schedules chain me to six more lives, challenging everything I thought I knew.
Seeking futures for the masses, educational servitude and expanded views in parenthood
Over the years hubs and I have discussed the possibility of downsizing our humble abode. Whether through buying a small house, living in a caravan, renovating an old bus or building from recycled dumpsters. Were they were just passing fancies of wannabe hippies? Very possible, as we ended up moving into larger accommodation.
Upon entering our apartment, you will find yourself knee deep (and shoulder high) into an echo chamber of boxes. We are in the midst of a massive downsizing. Why? Because we are kooky and it is how we get our kicks?
Next month we are moving from our roomy 2 bedroom flat into, drum roll please : a studio apartment. Hooray!! *Gulp, gulp, panic-panic-panic, it will be fine, gulp, barf, freaking out, deep breaths, I am so zen, oh no, poo.* Wait, that’s not all - a bedsit located inside a school!
The husband and I are taking up a joint position as House Parents to Sixth Form boarders, as if parenting a 20 month old was not hard enough! *Nervous laughter*
For reals, we are just excited/nervous about this new adventure. It is going to be a MASSIVE, let me rephrase that, I MAHOOSIVE change. What is life without change, hey?
The difficult task at hand is the weeding out of possessions.
How to decide what goes and stays? To be honest I did not realise just how much stuff we even had until now. Originals, back ups, and variety of colours of clothing, linen, kitchenware, toys and more.
So the new rule is - no more back ups. 1 of whatever it may be, when it is dirty, we wash it and reuse right away. Beloved items are being boxed up and put into storage as it is going to be difficult to keep little destructo from getting into things. The same with our library. Everything will have a specific place or it has got to go!
Whew! Sweating just thinking about it all. Oh, and here comes the melancholy that shows up with every move.
I am fine.
Let’s have some fun with it..
Not an instructional blog but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth - so help me Mom.