In July we are coming up to our three year anniversary since we left London. I know. THREE YEARS. Before we left I met someone who told me that it takes two years to resettle back where you came from after so many years living away. At the time I wanted …
We move to Sydney on Wednesday. There has been a shift lately. Maybe it’s because London is experiencing 30+ temps and I absolutely loathe hot weather, or maybe it’s because it’s time to stop kicking and screaming about leaving the UK … but I feel okay about leaving now. Okayish. …
I’ve only got three more weeks left living in London. Everyone knows how sad I am to be leaving so I won’t go on about it, but nothing has changed and I still don’t want to go. I have my feet firmly entrenched in grief mode where I’m imagining they’re …
After a hectic week of packing up our entire house and living among boxes and no furniture with my four kids, cat, dog and both my parents staying – I am not happy to report that all our stuff is currently at sea somewhere heading south on the APL Barcelona. …
Today was the most beautiful day of the year in London. And the warmest. It was absolutely magical and even the usually cranky woman in the post office at our local corner store cracked a smile. Because sunshine isn’t as abundant in London as it is in say, Sydney, when …
In three months we’re leaving London for Sydney. I can’t believe the big move has come around so quickly and the thought of it fills me with fear, anxiety, sadness and worry. I was a totally different person when we left Australia in early 2007. I was broken, confused, damaged …
Rob and I have just spent four days away together, WITH NO CHILDREN. Let me say that again, WITH NO CHILDREN. Because we live overseas and have no family nearby, these opportunities only come around when my Mum comes to London to visit. She always offers to mind the kids …
Now that we have a leaving date for when we move to Sydney, my London related sentimentality and nostalgic persuasion has gone up a notch. I want to suck up everything I see, hear and do in my last months in London. I want my memory bank stacked full of …
So it’s definite. We are moving back to Sydney in August. I am gutted. To say the least. Not because I don’t like Sydney, I love Sydney. But because I love London with all my heart and this goodbye is especially difficult as it’s so permanent. When we left Sydney …