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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

I have been terribly slack at updating around here, but the good news is that we arrived in the US without too much hassle (just a long wait at secondary) and are busily settling in to our new life.

Two months on, I can say we’re pretty happy.

For the most part, everyone I’ve met have been wonderful and friendly. Nobody has asked if I’m Australian. Instead, I’m asked if I’m from the UK. I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing

Right now, I’m going to be working on a new look for the site and updating all my templates etc. No more vicarious living for this kiwi girl!

Saturday, July 19, 2008

We’ve booked the tickets and fly out on August 10th, landing at LAX 2 hours and 10 minutes before we left our home town of Invercargill. I honestly don’t know who’s more excited, whether it’s me, J, or the boys who keep coming out with things like “Not long now!“, not to mention TJ’s endless barrage of silly questions.

“It’s 40 degrees in Vegas, TJ”
“That’s too hot. How am I going to sleep?“
“Well, you probably won’t want to use any blankets, plus we have air-conditioning.“
“What if that’s still too hot?“
“Then we’ll buy you a fan to put beside your bed”
“But what if the fan makes too much noise and I can’t sleep cos of that?!“

Of course, we’re doing things the crazy way. We have a total of one hour and forty-five minutes worth of layovers before we exit New Zealand. We’ll basically be getting off one plane and hot-footing it to the next. It’s what I wanted though. The lengthy layovers we experienced when we traveled to Auckland for our interviews were painful enough with the boys diabolical alternation between love and hate and my not being able to escape. The one time I managed to wander off for five minutes of peace, they both followed within a couple of minutes, sparking an ‘abandoned bag’ scenario ...

J is meeting us at LAX and we’re driving back to Las Vegas. Not only was it the cheaper option, but we thought it’d give the boys a chance to see a little taste of the scale. Like me, they’ve rarely been out of their home town, and if a city of 1 million had them floored, imagine what their first experience in a place like LA will be like?

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

I’ve been very sick the last couple of weeks. Between that, the issues with the house and the fact we officially hit the 18 month mark since J and I have seen each other, I’ve been feeling pretty morose. J and I have argued a lot and I’ve been touchy with everybody else. I have a lot of issues surrounding his going back to the USA that I don’t know will ever be resolved completely, but enough of that ...

Today is a good day and I feel a lot more upbeat than I have in weeks.

Kinda looks like we might have a buyer for the house. My parents are looking at taking it off our hands at a reduced price and finishing the renovations themselves (easier when the place is empty). They’ll then put it on the market, take out their expenses and giving us the difference of the final sale price. Hopefully they can pull it off and we might be able to leave in as little as six or seven weeks.

Fingers crossed!

Friday, May 09, 2008

We’re working our way through the house slower than I’d like, but it’s difficult when I’m mostly doing it on my own. The kids aren’t particularly helpful. In some ways, I don’t blame them. They’re not going to see their friends again for a very long time, so they’re trying to spend lots of time with them. But still, some assistance would be nice. Even if they cleaned up their own messes for a change, it’d make things easier.

I’m currently going through my bedroom and one thing is blazingly apparent. I have too much stuff. I have a lot of clothes I haven’t worn in years and yet kept, apparently just because I could. And books. Every surface in my room has piles of them, they’re stacked in little mountains on the floor, in my closet and even in boxes. Also, for a woman that doesn’t have a lot of makeup, I sure as hell have a LOT of makeup. I began to take that as a sign that I really am a girly-girl after all, but the various potions and concoctions I’ve bought over the years and never used kinda threw that theory out the window. Trying to condense it all down in to 2 suitcases ... well, that’s going to be a mission in itself.

On top of all that, the whole experience is making me feel old. Not only am I seeing just how much crap I’ve accumulated over the years (and being reminded of the tiny little thing I was when I first met J, something I most certainly am not any longer), but it’s also my youngest’s 17th birthday today. Yes, it would feel better if you remind me how young I was when I had him.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Not Quite An Alien ...

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