Living in a non-english speaking country when you don't speak the native language very well can be quite hard at times. It is nothing like being a tourist. Day-to-day tasks that you might take for granted at home can take a lot of effort and time. Everyday there is something new to learn - a new word, a new system, something you could not have anticipated, and sometimes things you just can't understand. This is all part of the adventure, but it can be pretty tiring, so sometimes it's nice to have a break and go somewhere that is just familiar and easy.
I'm not sure I could live in London (it is VERY busy), but I love visiting. I love the food, the fact that every third person is Australian, the fact that most Brits love Australians, that I feel like I have some sort of connection to this country (albeit generations ago), the history, the solidity.
We think it's great that our son can enjoy this place too. He's currently obsessed with knights after we took him to London Tower a few visits ago. He is so lucky to be learning the history that I learnt from books, first hand. He's at the age where everything seems completely normal and is not really phased by the enormity of what we ask of him and ourselves at times - he keeps us grounded.
So that's been my couple of days. I didn't really mean to blab on forever, and I hope you don't think that I am ungrateful for this experience in any way. I am very grateful, but I think it's good to put some reality around these things ~ managing work, life and families is tricky no mater where in the world you live.
Normal crafty programming will resume tomorrow!
Have a cracker of a day!