1 October 2010

As I type, there are two men outside my house painting the window frames.  They have been conversing loudly for 30 minutes and I have not understood one word of it.  Where are we?

It has been 2 weeks since we left the US for England and we have been BIZ-EE.  A lot has happened so I will summarize thusly:

Tornado in New York - flight delayed interminably, seamless transition to rented car/driver (nothing like the June ‘10 Heathrow incident), arrive at adorable house and realize we need sheets and pillows, attempt bus transport with no schedules or any other clue as to how it all works, embarrass child with public argument regarding evil bus system, successfully obtain bedding but do not successfully obtain sleep, repeat above (minus air travel, substitute other various household sundries for bedding) for next 4 days, finally breakdown and rent car when faced with another trip to IKEA, secure TV, phone and internet service, unravel such mysteries as shower, washing machine and window latches, get husband and child off to school, breathe.

So, I’m going to attempt to blog a bit about our experience here.  Tune in if you are interested and I’ll try to keep it interesting.  I have mixed feelings about blogs (are the self indulgent? are they useful?).  Probably a little of both.  For me, it’s part of the process of finding my voice again.  A year and half ago, I knew who I was.  I knew what I was supposed to do.  Then I got caught up in someone’s selfish, ambitious mess.  There are many good things that came out of that mess.  I learned a lot, I got to live in a cool place, I found out who my friends are, and got a glimpse of what it could be like.  It’s beautiful.  Beyond words, beautiful.  At the end of it all, even a glimpse is enough to keep me going.

Next time I will write a little bit more about why we are here.  For now, here are a few pictures from my walk to the bank yesterday afternoon.

Love to all,


Castle Lane walking towards our house