We returned to England - after six weeks in the States - to rain. It's rained nearly every day for two weeks. And not just drizzling rain. It's been torrential, stay-in-the-flat, cabin-fever rain. We bought Margot a calendar to learn the days, seasons and weather. So far, the little rainy cloud velcro piece is permanently attached.
Anyway, we're back. After six weeks away, with no internet connection to keep abreast of happenings here, it was really strange to return. Not much changed. Everyone is bemoaning the weather. Most expats returned home or went on holiday somewhere fabulous so we didn't miss much. It feels home-ish (my new word) though. Our life is here now. Andy is at work, stressing over the markets. Margot and I are reconnecting with friends, going on play-dates. She starts nursery in September. Owen is rolling around, getting stuck under the sofa.
We spent a few days in our home in Brooklyn, and it doesn't feel as home-ish (again) anymore. Z, Mikaela and Thalia have set up their family life there. It's all their stuff. Thalia is having all her baby milestones there. There are two cats roaming around (we're dog people). We love them and are thrilled they're there. This last visit just reinforced that we don't live in Brooklyn anymore.
But, we'll we back.
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