You want to know how many times i said ‘can we just go home?”  (inwardly and outwardly) in the first month we arrived?

You probably don’t.

It stands to reason that moving an entire family and life 10,000 miles away to a place where only one out of seven have actually ever been was going to be tough. We knew that, told ourselves that over and over and yet still were, I think, pretty unprepared for how hard it actually was. It’s not a holiday, despite what you may have told yourself beforehand. Holidays have that lovely relaxed feel about them, the joy of being out of routine, the lavishness of being able to spend days after days doing fun, exciting stuff with the subtle reassurance of familiarity and your old routine waiting for you like an old pair of slippers when you have been wearing heels all day.

That’s gone. Here you are with your home in a suitcase and the path set before you to build a new life.

But here’s the thing. You can’t go home. Well I suppose technically you can but the sense of what an incredible waste of effort that would be far outweighs the initial fear and uncertainty. We had to set our minds to make it work or at least have a really good go, otherwise what was the point? You have to just chuck on your big girl pants and get on with it.

I do still remember quite clearly that day that I didn’t wake up wishing I was back in the UK and for those of you that might be just about to take the leap into expat life I wont tell you how long that was 😉

But whilst there are times when you wonder what the heck you have done, there are also those moments when you sit and wonder that you actually made it happen. You chased your dream. There are so many alarming statistics of the amount of people who long to live overseas but never follow through. It something like out of 80% that want to go only 20% manage it or something. Ridiculous really. We should all be able to chase our dreams.

It takes bravery that you don’t feel at the time or even realise you are calling on. It might not be till someone tells you how brave it is that you realise that is what you have been doing for weeks. Its just a natural state for the expat I think. Warrior pose.

When i look back now, nearly two years since leaving it does make my stomach turn when I think of those first few months but like everything you get through it. We were VERY short on cash when we arrived and this was a big issue for us. Whilst some people have the luxury of having a ‘holiday’ before they hit the ground running – we couldn’t do that. On reflection, as well, arriving just as the school holidays started was probably a mistake and not something I would personally recommend.  Everyone knows how incredibly awkward that time of year can be and looooooooong when you have bored kids. Well imagine that PLUS dragging them to government buildings and car sale lots because they are not in school and you can’t afford to go ‘on holiday.’ It would have been much better to dump them all in school and then do the boring stuff. The silver lining though is that when we have to now take kids to boring appointment type stuff they always have a worse frame of reference for boring. Just ask them. 😉

Moving to anywhere different is a challenge. Despite Australia’s main language being English. There are still localisms and words that are unfamiliar that leave you feeling out of the conversation or just standing at the self-service desperately searching for the picture of a ‘pepper’ only to find out that you should be looking under ‘c’ for capsicum. It is a learning curve that is mostly interesting if you allow yourself to not be annoyed by it. You have left your culture and you either purchase over the top english import goods or you embrace the local stuff and allow it to slowly become part of the evolving new you. Things like supermarket differences are not massive but things like that all accumulate to make an extra dimension to the you that wasn’t there before you stepped on that plane.

I’m not going to lie though even with the positives that have come from our move, there are still days when I wish we could just go home. Especially when there are things happening at home which make the distance feel that much larger. But we used to say we would always wonder ‘what if’ should we have turned down the opportunity we had to travel overseas. We worked hard to make it happen, we have worked really hard to make it work and should we embrace it for a time and then return to our homeland we will go richer and stronger for having been through this process and having had the courage to take a leap into the unknown.

So can you ever ‘just go back?’

No I don’t think so. You are irreconcilably and drastically changed that moment you land in a new country bound to build a life having left everything you know on the other side of an ocean. In some cases it can leave you bruised and battered and wishing for the safety and familiarity of home, and even if you follow the call of home you will always be different. Touched and coloured by the country you called home for a while.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When I first met my now husband one of the first conversations we had was how much both of us wanted to travel and work overseas. A long held dream for us both and one that we have worked really hard to achieve. When we bought our first little house, recently married, we wouldn’t know that 15 years later we would still own that little house and have rented it out for almost 10 years. It was just a sensible financial option at the time and there have been a few ups and downs. We moved from that house to a 4 bedroomed house, the one we left early one morning for our flight to Sydney and the start go our greatest adventure. We decided to keep both the houses to rent while we were away.

Anyone who has rented a property will tell you that it is often a bit of a troublesome process. Whilst we lived in Liverpool we largely managed the property ourselves. It is a fairly easy house to rent. A little terrace house in an area where lots of students like to live. Since moving overseas we have had to take a different approach and we have learnt some very hard and costly lessons. Whilst I am not an expert by any means, for most of us that might move away, renting the house back at home is an option if you don’t want to sell and so here are ten things that I have learnt along the way?

  1. Use an agent – We didn’t do this with one of our properties and it was to our great cost ultimately. An agent will vet and check any applicant to rent your property and be their port of call for any complaints or issues with the house. You can often negotiate the amount they take each month. When we were local we used agents to find and vet any tenants and we then managed it ourselves. But being overseas and different time zones away make it complicated and so for peace of mind its better to have someone on the ground managing it for you.
  2. Don’t rent to friends – We have learnt this the hard way. Sadly. Best to steer clear. If you are determined to rent to someone you already have a relationship with, maybe get an agent to run a credit and reference check on them because ‘mates’ references are not always reliable.
  3. Be very aware of your legal rights as a landlord – The law sides quite heavily with a tenant. If you have issues with a tenant then getting them out WILL take some element of legal action, especially if there are social housing associations involved. It is good to be aware of a good Barrister that you can turn to for advice. You can very easily make mistakes that make it harder for you as a landlord, particularly when you are starting to panic about making mortgage payments if your tenant isn’t paying. Think and ask before you act. Every. Single. Time
  4. Don’t take Social Housing – This isn’t for everyone, but the worst tenants we have had, have been on social housing. I am not generalising about all people on social housing of course this is based on our own experience. Also last year the government changed how housing benefit works and now they pay directly to the tenant, which has its own questions really. But you can apply to social housing to have the benefits paid directly to you as a landlord but only after your tenant has missed eight weeks of payments. Depends how long you can support your mortgage without any money coming in. Also as a little side note they won’t pay into your UK account if you are not residing in the country so you’ll have to find someone else who lives in the UK to take the payment for you and then pass it on. One almighty hassle. Avoid.
  5. Tell your Mortgage Company – Generally if you have a residential mortgage you will be negating the terms of your mortgage if you rent the house. You will need to arrange a buy to let mortgage. We used a mortgage advisor. They will tell you the best deal out there and what to go with.
  6. Insurance, Insurance, Insurance – Don’t move away and rent your house out without having good landlords insurance. If you don’t have this it could invalidate your mortgage. Also as a side note – you need to make sure that if your house is empty over the winter that the heating is coming on and off for brief periods of time so that there isn’t a risk of burst pipes.
  7. Leave house unfurnished and make sure that tenants take all their stuff with them when they leave. There is no point leaving stuff in your house, inevitabley, there will be someone who doesn’t want the item and then you have to try and get rid of it. We had a tenant leave a HUGE sofa in a property of ours and it had to be sawn up to be removed.
  8. Remember to do your tax returns – goes without saying really. In Australia we pay tax on money earned here and at home. Its an agreement between the two countries. It may be different where you are heading to. Make sure you know. No-one wants a hefty bill that you didn’t expect.
  9. Hang onto the deposit  – Do not let the deposit go back to your tenant until you have viewed the property. With an agent this will mean them sending you detailed pictures of how the house has been left. This is all you have to repair any damages to the property to be careful before agreeing to let the money go back. The deposit also needs to be held in a Deposit Holding Scheme. This is a legal requirement and must not be side stepped.
  10. Remember that no matter how much it is your house, it is no longer your home – no tenant is going to look after your house the way you did. They don’t have an investment in it and won’t take care of it the way you did. This is just part of renting a house out and you have to, in all honestly, just get used to it.

 

 

 

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So we all have the stereotype view of Australia right? Much like they have of the Brits, or in fact anyone has of the Brits. So moving here, having only visited once, briefly, we relied on a lot of what we thought we ‘knew’ about this fair Island which lets be fair, like most of us in the UK we get all our information about Australia from Neighbours and Home and Away. Which in itself is a bit warped for example for all the times Alf Stewart in Home and Away said ‘fair dinkum’ i think I’ve only heard an actual person say it once and that was more as a demonstration than part of a conversation. So here we are..some things we have discovered…

  1. Voting is a legal issue. If you don’t vote you are breaking the law. Technically we can’t vote as we are not citizens but those who are HAVE to vote. If you don’t vote you get a fine. I actually like this idea. Not sure how it would go down in the UK but i kind of agree with the principal.
  2. Public schools are not free. Which makes sense right because Brits call private schools – public schools (which is altogether confusing) But a public school in Australia is a state school but attending is not free. They bill you every year for contributions to the building, the staff, the physical education, the stationary, the white boards etc etc…..I actually think technically you don’t have to pay it but its kind of expected.
  3. Most kids going through school here will play some sort of brass instrument. From year 3 all kids are given the opportunity to join the band. They then have to rock up to two rehearsals a week and attend competitions.
  4. Long Service Leave – most places offer their employees a way of gaining a big chunk of leave for time served. You can cash it in at any point. The longer you stay somewhere the more leave you get. This is additional to your annual leave. If you have been in the health service for example for your entire career you can expect to get about 2 years long service leave. This explains a little how so many australians disappear off for long holidays travelling the world.
  5. The Australian TV is dreadful. Not really something we didn’t know but the reality is that it is shocking. Thank goodness for Netflix
  6. In the area we live in despite having space they seem to opt for the idea of building malls and sticking every sort of shop, including supermarkets, in the mall. This is an issue of great annoyance for me as I loath going to the mall for a grocery shop. I don’t like wasting time parking on floor 650 to have to wait for a lift with your trolley full of shopping and then get lost trying to find your car. I don’t think ill ever get over it!
  7. Shopping malls, however, do have three hours free parking before you start paying to park your car. This, in general, is great and most trips won’t be over three hours. If they are though the hourly rate can then be a bit insane
  8. Amazon in Australia is NOTHING like it is in the UK. Like, seriously…I marvelled at amazon prime over the holidays in the UK. Ordering something one day and it arriving the next. Here it is just for books…like..just.books.
  9. Most people have NOT seen the scary animals that frequent the news. Our first week here we saw a massive python crossing the road and mentioned it to a neighbour who said in 25 years of living there they had never seen a snake. Same for the spiders in general. But we do give the kids ‘the talk’ and also anyone that comes to visit!
  10. Contrary to some people’s beliefs about Australia, it does actually get cold here. Winter temperatures at night can get down to low single figures. Which you are thinking ‘so what?’ to right? But generally most houses do not have heating and so winter in Australia consists of many furry blankets, hot water bottles and fan heaters..which are stupidly inefficient as most of us worked out in our dingy college days. But that just seems to be the deal here. Also yes it does rain. Sydney gets more annual rainfall than London. Yes. seriously. But it tends to fall in huge downpours and less drizzle. Australia is, however, so vast that when it is single figures in some part of the country it will probably be 30 degrees somewhere else.
  11. They call sandwich toasters…jaffle irons. This makes no sense at all.
  12. A bogan is a chav. Guess they will have those types of folks everywhere
  13. Their system of healthcare is a complicated mix of a public system like the NHS and a private system. I basically, don’t hate me, think that it is a good system and actually makes more sense for people who can afford private to pay for it so that some of the burden is taken off public system.  I was and am a very proud member of the NHS and wholeheartedly believe in it. But it cannot pay for everything in this world of rapid advancing health care and technology. I guess unless you want to pay WAY more tax and lets face it who wants to do that. The government offer tax incentives for having private healthcare and you claim your portion back of whatever you pay through medicare. So everyone still gets their ‘free share’ so to speak.
  14. They still have bank holidays here. Days when the banks shut and everyone else goes to work. What we call a bank holiday is called a public holiday here.
  15. Australia Day is a public holiday at the end of the summer, much like our august bank holiday expect that it is shrouded in controversy as it is celebrating the day when Australia was first landed on by settlers. Many of the aboriginals and Islanders call it ‘invasion day’ – there is generally a whole host of marches and protests on that day. But it is, i think, supposed to be a traditional ‘straya day. BBQ, beaches and sun.
  16. Their fruit and vegetables are still ‘seasonal’ Remember how satsumas used to appear in british stores around christmas? Its still like that here. Mangoes appear for the summer and then disappear over the winter. There are seasons for certain fruits, like strawberries…..as they begin to appear the price per kg starts to come down until they are practically giving them away by the end of the season.
  17. You can’t buy alcohol in the supermarkets. They have to be sold in a separate off licence or ‘bottlo’  These are actually generally owned by the supermarket so its all a bit of a nonsense. Except in Aldi – where you can buy alcohol but you have to pay through a certain check out!
  18. “getting the shi*ts” here does not mean what it means in the UK. I gave a fellow nurse a very puzzled looks when she used this phrase in a handover one evening about a baby. I wondered for a while if this baby appeared to have some sort of gastrointestinal issue going on. It, in fact, means getting angry.
  19. One for the teachers. Education funding for each child in NSW will follow that child whichever institution they go to. So if you send your kid to a $45K a year school, that school will still get their portion of government funding for that child.
  20. No matter how hard you try a British person you can never really genuinely refer to flip flops as Thongs without wincing a bit.
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I have been thinking for a number of weeks now about my blog and what to do with it. I have even made a new blog template with a different name. I was wondering with so much time gone between since i last posted anything maybe i should start again. A fresh voice. But then i realised that  everything that is here is part of what makes up the history of our family. I also got an email from our friend back home whose company hosts my blog I thought of all the work and effort put into making this site what it is and i have decided to keep it on.

But for now it will take a slightly different direction. Not that it necessarily had a certain direction before but things have changed. We have all changed and indeed i think blogging has changed. But our family has changed. We have moved to Australia for the time being, our kids are ripping towards being teenagers and in fact adults. I am thankfully out of the nappy stage, the pre-school stage and the dummy stage. Hoo-bloody-ray. Although obviously the drama of toddler years is swiftly exchanged for the high drama of teenagers. Which feels sort of similar but with much later bed times!

I have in the past year been diagnosed with an auto-immune disease, finally got a reason to the ‘are you always tired’ questions other than children and 13 years of night shifts! I have slipped a disc, discovering in the recovery that i do, in fact, have a bit of a bent spine. I have been the new girl at work after 13 years of being part of the furniture. I have been the main bread winner in our house for the first time since we got married.

So in that regard i felt that my blog should be different. I have toyed with the idea of vlogging -video blogging but i say far too many er…um’s when I’m talking or using instagram for micro blogging but the mobile only format means you have to sit and tap all text into a phone and as i can type pretty fast ( two degrees/dissertations will do that for you) if i have anything lengthy to say then i tend to give up out of sheer laziness and resort to a keyboard.  I’ve also wondered about writing on tumblr and then sharing through instagram but you can’t actually do that. Instagram don’t allow a third party to post onto its site so that wouldn’t work and id have to use all sorts of links -which would mean that whatever incentive i had to write would be easily extinguished by the sheer effort of having to navigate different platforms. So after going round the houses and up the courtyards I am back to where it all started. Sometimes eh thats the way it works out.

Im keeping everything as it was…well apart from the glaring obvious change in design of my blog. I am very aware now that our kids have an online presence of their own and they may not want their cheery teen faces appearing on a mummy blog. So the look is a little bit different and the content may be different but I’m not going to ditch the name or the history. So if you want to scroll back to see my back to school posts and product reviews then you can. But largely that won’t be the direction I’m going in now. Primarily I want to write, which is ironically what got me into this in the first place. Yes there will be images, because who doesn’t want to look at something pretty. But generally i won’t be doing reviews or photography stuff.

I’m not after awards or rankings.  I don’t want to go down the route of SEO and how many links i can get back to my site by commenting on as many others as possible. Thats what kind of killed it for me a lot before and look, i know that doing all that stuff is a choice anyway and you can decide to opt out of it without running away from your whole blog and for me it wasnt just that, but it was part of it. So this time it will be less about that. In fact not about that. I am actually, this time, writing for me.

We have all endured a big change as a family and largely i think we are winning. I like to embrace change if possible no matter how scary it may seem on the surface. No matter how much it pushes us outside of ourselves and stretching our muscles so much that we can still feel the sting long after. I know that some change comes easily welcomed like a cool breeze on a summer day. Other times its dirty and gnarly. Grinding metal against metal in the fire of what can feel like completely overwhelming pain. But whichever route we come to it, whether its painful or not. There is always a chance to grow and learn and adapt. Thats what we are all destined to do.

So here it is. The same old new thing.

 

 

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I realise that i have been a really bad blogger…..I sort of dont even feel like i can give myself that title anymore as i rarely blog, i rarely think about it and it has gotten to the point where i am sitting here having struggled for an hour to remember my password to access my admin page.

The reason for that is mostly called ‘being too busy’ with life to actually sit down and write about it. Also it has been difficult to put into words my experiences of moving to the other side of the world. It hasn’t been easy and there have been some hard times and verbalising those sort of things is tough. Treading water takes all your energy after all.

Also, as a bit of a side note,  i am now the mother of a teenager and im realistic about how much he would want his life plastered across the internet (as a savvy techie himself) and so it is with new eyes in more than one way that i now view my public writing…

So things have changed…..

We have changed!!

Things have changed in a way that i had always dreamed they would. For years and years this goal had been our dream. Travelling, doing life somewhere else, having a more global view of the world, giving our children a chance to experience a life outside of where they were born.  Not the tourist experience, getting under the skin of a country experience, digging in for the duration.

We hadn’t always had our heart set on Australia necessarily, it just offered the opportunity and so we decided to go for it. It was after a lot of thought, going backwards and forwards and talking ourselves in and out of the idea we summized that we had to at least try. That to live with the success or failure of having had a go was far better than to live with the regret of having never tried.

Leaving behind family, friends and a city we have called home for a long time now was a lot harder than we ever imagined. It really does crush in on you and cloud every sensible decision you are trying to make. The sadness for ourselves was one thing but the guilt was and is, for me, very hard to deal with, especially when you have good irish catholic roots thrown in. 😉

In a way, i was pleased we had paid for the flights, resigned from our jobs and made other commitments that meant we had to go otherwise i think my guilty feelings would have got the better of me and we would have bottled it. That saying ‘feel the fear and do it anyway’ was never more real to us than in those last few weeks leading up to going. I am so grateful for some amazing people who were so relentlessly supportive and behind us. It meant and means so much and we genuinely couldnt have done it without them.

Departures 

Flying with kids is never easy but flying 10,000 miles with five kids, 22 bits of luggage and an extra couple of duffle bags of heavy and mixed emotions was always going to a bit of a choker. For a good few months after arriving here I couldn’t talk about leaving, it was too hard and i sometimes had that bewildering ‘out of body’ feeling that some other mad woman must have done it.  But now looking back at that day. I can actually laugh and sometimes not just a giggle, a great big belly laugh till you cry kind of laugh. Like, what the heck where we thinking….. …

Like labour, time has softened the edges and we can look at it with eyes wide..’did we really do that?’

Did my husband really schlep through immigration with hard drives in his coat pockets (one of two he was wearing on his back) so that we wouldnt be over our weight for hold luggage. Did we stress over and clean every last thing we were sending and taking to Sydney for fear of their tough immigration laws only for me to sail through australian immigration with, unbeknown to me, five lovely, brown, shiny conkers in my handbag! Did my daughter really travel 10,000 miles with a giant soft carrot and broccoli tied to her backpack because she refused to leave them behind!

We flew from Manchester last November, leaving our house looking like a squat. Our house contents left for australia about 5 weeks before us and so we  borrowed mattresses, duvets and a few bits of kitchen stuff from our amazing, fabulous  friends and family.  The kids thought it was hilarious ‘camping out’ in our house. I wasn’t quite so sure. We had spent most of the last night before packing and re-packing already full to the brim bags to try and get more in whilst simulatenously making it weigh less!. Staring at vast piles of stuff and trying to justify what we could realistically leave behind. We had two taxis to the airport, made up of two people carriers driven by two incredibly brave and wonderful friends. One car had all the bags and one had all the people!

We knew we were probably going to be over our allowance at the airport and at the end of the day we thought we would just have to pay it but after some negotiation and a bit of heavenly intervention the check in desk lady deemed that our guitar case, which was largely full of other stuff and a token small guitar, could go on as a musical instrument and not count in our total allowance and also our laptop bag (weight: about the same as a small child) could be omitted also as it was a small electronic device bag and apparently they don’t count?!

Passing through the security scanners we thought, looking like the travelling circus that we were we wouldnt look too suspicious other than in a ‘are they really all yours?’ type of way.  But alas, they seemed keen to see all the things we had packed. Their lovely curiousity about our luggage meant that we had to frantically re-pack all our hand luggage and try to convince some already flagging kids to carry their own bags to the gate. We half walked, half ran through the maze that is departures scooping up in a minesweeper style stray welly boots and other assorted random items that had been loosely stuffed into bags.  Even though we checked in almost at three hours before our flight we were still one of the last bunches of people to board. ‘ah we have been waiting for you!’ exclaimed one steward. Had he heard about the frazzled, crazy parents travelling with half a tonne of luggage and a gaggle of kids from his check in friends? hmmmm?

I have never felt such mixed emotions when taking off, when you are going on holiday there is generally excitement but i had to struggle to not sob uncontrollably. The relentless task of closing up shop in a practial aspect and saying goodbye multiple times left me washed up emotionally and it all came rushing to the surface once we had taken off.

The plane entertainment system did an admirable job on the first flight, largely the kids just settled down to their 8 hours of TV and video games with non stop snacks and drinks without concern! I have said many times to people since we moved that the plane journeys were okay. The second leg was harder as it was night time for us and also it was the longer flight. But the transfer was something else. Tired, hungry, disorientated and needing the toilet and water. We had a little under 2.5hrs to change flights, which sounds like a lot right? ha!

We tried in vain to get our youngest to sit in one of the airline supplied strollers but she refused outright and just to show us how much energy she had she ran head first, the wrong way down a travellator sending sandled, skirt wearing arabs jumping to the side to avoid her like skittles. I offered them a weak smile of apology whilst simultaneously wishing for a tranquilisier dart for my daughter.

The Arabs are seemingly very paranoid about the risk of explosives in liquid for as well as the usual security gates prior to the departures lounge where we all dutifully emptied out our water bottles. There was then another check at the gate itself where they took water or fluids bought in departures away?!  Which then left us sat in the gate, unable to get out without going back through the check again, without any water! It was a long wait till we were boarded and then my first question to the steward was ‘water please!’

The kids managed to sleep in a bizarre arrangement of leaning into each other and laying top to toe in the tiny space we had. I was just so relieved that they slept that i didnt try too hard myself to get any sleep. Preferring to lull in and out of semi-unconciousness whilst listening to old episodes of Friends and the occasional turbulence announcement when i tried to inch the kids into their seat belts without actually waking them up.

We arrived late into sydney, something we had anticipated happening as the plane left Abu Dhabi late. We had a real problem we realised when we landed that the company we booked our car through was going to close while we were still the wrong side of immigration. We tried several times to phone them but our UK mobile phones, that we had switched to PAYG before we left did not have enough credit to make phone calls to Australia via a British network. In desperation we sent a text to a friend of ours back in the UK who had given us a number of someone they knew in Sydney and we asked them to contact them and ask them to call the car company to tell them we were on our way! For what seemed like ages we had no idea how we were going to get to actually leave the arrivals area. But then, out of the darkness, came the shuttle bus and the car company had stayed open for an extra hour to allow us to pick up our car. Never felt more grateful for the incredible communication systems that allow us to stay in touch so swiftly!

While OH was sorting out the paperwork for the car, i lugged all the bags and shoved them in the back of our van. Hot and sweaty we all piled into the van and set off, as apparently all british do, to Manly. Driving to Manly from the airport you pass through the city and pass over the harbour bridge where we pointed out the opera house to the children. Having seen it many times since then that first time feels very surreal, like a dream. It was like being on a simulator ride,  like driving through a movie set. Were we really here?  

Our apartment in Manly (or unit as the australians call them) was at Queenscliff ( an area that sits to one side of Manly beach and, as it seems with most of the area, is fairly well built up with apartment blocks and houses teetering on the edges of cliffs trying to build as close as possible to get the enviable ocean view.  Arriving at the apartments well past 8pm we discovered that one of the down sides of lots of apartments is lots of cars and the parking was non-existant. The info on the apartment we had led us to believe that it had a garage but we struggled to find it, navigating our large, tall and ‘large excess’  9 seater van through narrow and low areas under an apartment block in the dark was quite a challenge!  We eventually found it only to realise that there was no way that the van was going to fit. So the only option was to park further away and carry the bags up to the apartment – all 22 of them – a job that fell to my OH!

The owner of the apartment had put some basic supplies and we had a swift dinner of pasta and sauce before a welcome shower. Luggage strewn all over the small living room, hunting for pyjamas and toothbrushes scattered through numerous bits of hand luggage. I sat and looked at the picture of a lighthouse that was hanging on the wall, an image that had become very important to us in the months before we had left home and burst into tears. The relief that we had arrived, unscathed (largely), all together,  the only casualties so far being a winter coat. Here we were a huge family in a small apartment in a strange land down under.

Sleep came pretty quickly…listening to the soft sound of the waves crashing onto the cliffs below us.

We had done it!

 

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