Monday Musings
New Beginnings
This time next week we will be in London. It seems like only a short time ago that we first conceived the idea of moving overseas; as I suspected, the months have flown by.
This new step in our life actually dates back in its conception more than 6 years. With the advent of Y2K (remember that?) the UK cried out for IT specialists and we thought – albeit fleetingly – of going along with many other Australians chasing the pound pay-check. Six years on, the pay rates are sufficiently tempting to finally drag us out of our comfort zone.
Comfort zone. That’s the thing isn’t it. I was perfectly happy with my little house in the burbs, my friends and family close by and a cat to keep my toes warm while I knit. I know which streets to avoid in peak hour and which local pizza restaurant delivers the fastest.
These last few weeks have been anything but comfortable. My house is a shambles, my friends are in tears and the cat’s prowling around wondering what the heck is going on. I know London will be fantastic. I remind myself that there will be pizza shops (do they deliver?) and vegemite available. I can even perceive some advantages over Melbourne such as competent public transport.
The key to survival, for me who likes to be comfortable, is to find a new comfort zone. With foundations carefully laid I have friends and family on standby for when I arrive. I have the beginnings of a social life and plans to buy a goldfish (hey we’re only there a year). I will find a new little house and fall in love with London’s streets. I will drink warm beer.
I’ll probably never want to come home.
This time next week we will be in London. It seems like only a short time ago that we first conceived the idea of moving overseas; as I suspected, the months have flown by.
This new step in our life actually dates back in its conception more than 6 years. With the advent of Y2K (remember that?) the UK cried out for IT specialists and we thought – albeit fleetingly – of going along with many other Australians chasing the pound pay-check. Six years on, the pay rates are sufficiently tempting to finally drag us out of our comfort zone.
Comfort zone. That’s the thing isn’t it. I was perfectly happy with my little house in the burbs, my friends and family close by and a cat to keep my toes warm while I knit. I know which streets to avoid in peak hour and which local pizza restaurant delivers the fastest.
These last few weeks have been anything but comfortable. My house is a shambles, my friends are in tears and the cat’s prowling around wondering what the heck is going on. I know London will be fantastic. I remind myself that there will be pizza shops (do they deliver?) and vegemite available. I can even perceive some advantages over Melbourne such as competent public transport.
The key to survival, for me who likes to be comfortable, is to find a new comfort zone. With foundations carefully laid I have friends and family on standby for when I arrive. I have the beginnings of a social life and plans to buy a goldfish (hey we’re only there a year). I will find a new little house and fall in love with London’s streets. I will drink warm beer.
I’ll probably never want to come home.
Labels: Monday Musings
posted by dianemulholland @ 4:32 am
8 Comments:
Can all of that make up for no AFL?
This is Auntie Liz, looking over your mothers shoulder, intrigued by such fast contact. If she teaches me right I will follow your progress with much interest. We were in London for a week mid 1982, just long enough to visit every dungeon in town, as you must when you travel with a 14 year old boy! We have been invited to come on wednesday so we look forward to seeing you again, see you then.
Yeah we get "anything" delivered. Pizza, Indian, Chinese. They are all just clambering to take hard earned British Pounds! As for warm beer - well if you drink it fast enough it stays cold!!! (speaking from experience obviously)
Competent public transport... please don't read my blog! You really don't want to know it regularly takes me over 1 1/2 hours to get home - a whopping 10 miles away!
Really its not that bad! Take it from an ex-pat Aussie, its actually quite all right over here. :-)
Very well put Diane. That is exactly how I felt when I moved away from home (Massachussettes) 7 years ago to my new home (Pennsylvannia). I enjoyed my comfort zone, and slowly built a new one. I never want to move back!
((hugs)) Good luck! I hope everything goes smoothly and I can't wait to here about London
Mmm, warm beer! You'll have to try all the real ales, we have some truly great beers :)
Best wishes for your move...moving out of your comfort zone will be a real confidence boost. Warm beer and no AFL...oh dear!!!
Lin x
You'll love England Diane. I came here (from Norway) 16 years ago and planned tostay for a year and I'm still here. Not in London though but in rural Cornwall and I love it here. At least if you don't like it you can go back home. And you may end up staying here for 16 years like me. 5 more years and I will have lived here longer than I lived inNorway. Now that's SCARY. Good luck with the move etc. Anni
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