|Enjoying Central Park!|
|Our complex in California|
So here we are now – with a beautiful five month old baby girl, packing up the belongings we have gathered over our short stint across the Pond and reflecting on how much difference such a short time can make, and yet how little. Our friends are still there, just as we left them, and I can’t wait to get back to their company and laughter. Our family eagerly await our return and I am so excited to bring our daughter into the loving surroundings she deserves.
We could have made a good life in America, and I do not blame the country or the people for things not working out. It was simply not right for me. We were welcomed by many and often asked to repeat our sentences in our ‘quaint’ English accents. My husband could have had his choice of escorts, had he so wished, merely down to the sheer fact that he was from England (they even managed to overlook his paint-splattered tracksuit bottoms and dog-hair- encrusted t-shirts)! But it was never home to me and I was desperately lonely for most of my time here. On reflection we maybe should have stayed in England, but then we would have never tried and never have known. At least we can say we did it and it will be an experience for years to come, one that few people have the privilege of sharing.
|Our well travelled dog, Jasper|
|Cheerio! by Collage-O-Rama|