Much has happened in the last four months.
An entire house packed up in Oklahoma, loaded aboard a shipping container and shipped across the world to England.
2 kids, 2 cats, 1 pug and 2 tired parents have had to hit the ground running and get schools/uniforms/places to stay sorted.
It has been (and continues to be) quite the adventure.
Now that the kids are settled into their new school, in a new country there is finally a little breathing space. Time to look back and reflect on the whirlwind of the last 6 months, time to count our blessings and see the impossible dream of moving home, back to family - become a reality.
6 months ago we had no plans to leave Oklahoma. We were settled, happy - finally finishing projects in our home that made it feel ours. I had just gotten a new job, with a wonderful marketing firm and was enjoying being back in the workforce part-time.
And then there was that phone call. The one that offered Jay a promotion...back in England, and so began the start of the chaos.
We agonised for a few weeks, weighing the options and ultimately came to the decision that we needed to move home. Although we loved our life here - our friends, or generously sized house, our lifestyle - none of that compared to being back in the midst of our family.
There were lots of questions (there still are more questions than answers) but we both felt strongly that this move home is a gift, one that we could have never anticipated or funded by ourselves.
And so five weeks ago we landed in London, with six suitcases of clothes and items that need to see us through the next few months until we are able to buy a house and get the contents of our home delivered.
So, for now - everything else is on standby.
I still have big dreams, big ideas that I would love to run head-long into, but for now they are on hold until we get settled....and my sewing machines arrive!
