Yeah, me too.
Good job this one hasn't then hey?
We've been across the pond for 4 months now. I am still and always will be MUM regardless of the fact my 8 year old daughter is sounding more and more like a native Jersey kid by the day. It grates slightly on the elocution nerve that runs through my Received Pronunciation psyche, but at least she still pronounces her Ts. Water will never be Wadder and thank god will never be Wahher.
Homesickness comes like waves of pregnancy nausea. Eating helps that too. Thank god Cadbury's Creme eggs are in season, available and almost as tasty because quite frankly Hershey's tastes like the regurgitated sour sick. Chocolate always helps. So does wine.
Now I feel a little more settled as less like I'm on holiday and the feeling of temporary suspension is lifting I feel like writing stuff down again. I should write stuff down again. I will write stuff down again.
So prepare for more inane posts about what my needles are clicking (atm a lacy poncho for moi) about my three english kids who are slowly turing american, and life as an expat, staunchly english wifey and how I cope in the U omitting, S replacing, Adverb losing USA.
What bloody fun!
On a very side note, as this blog was intended to be about knitting, I have since created:
4 Cozy Coupe wheel covers
3 pairs of socks
1 pair of gloves
1 teddy bear in a bag
1 Tic Tac Toe game
1 swiffer duster cover