We did it.
We packed up our four kids and moved from Honolulu, Hawaii, to Just Outside of London, England.
I can't believe it actually happened. Seriously.
I also can't believe how hard it is to blog from my phone.
I can't slide down between the pictures I uploaded during my four free wifi minutes in the McDonald's parking lot, so I guess I'll just ramble on and on with no picture breaks, and then you can see all the pics at the end if you're still around.
The flight was easy peasy. One good thing about my twenty three hour flight time to Guam? Makes anything less seem easy. It was an hour from my mama to Atlanta, then just under eight hours from Atlanta to Heathrow. We left Atlanta at like ten at night and I gave everyone a baby Dramamine and that was all there was to it. I sat between Junebug and Warren and Nick sat in front of us with Ava and Scott. Mine slept LITERALLY the entire flight, Nick slept for a good few hours, the bigs slept for about six, and I watched the new Bourne movie, six episodes of Big Bang, and most of I Am Legend.
I don't know why I was born without the gene that enables you to sleep on planes. It would be slightly more fun if I had it.
Then we landed, spent an hour looking for a lost bag (one out of seventeen was left in Atlanta-I'll count that as a WIN), and when we finally made it through customs, the sweet sweet taxi driver we'd hired for the luggage was STILL there waiting with his little ENGELBRECHT sign. I cried when I saw him. I also cried when we got to our tiny rental car, which was slightly bigger than the car we ended up buying.
Anyway, we checked in to the Most Charming and Badass Hotel in the History of Ever (two floors!!! Three separate rooms!! Two full bathrooms!!! Biggest jacuzzi tub I've ever seen!!!) and I fell asleep within twenty minutes.
Kids had jet lag, Nick dealt with it, we went to breakfast and discovered they don't use creamer here. No problem, I learned to drink coffee coffee, with a little milk. Not my fave, but it'll do. Then we went to meet the real estate agent at our first showing. We wanted to jump right in because we didn't know exactly how badass that hotel was going to be.
Long story short, we took the first house we saw. It's huge, great yard, nice neighborhood, and Nick can walk to work. We realized we were wrong about private schools, so we quickly got Ava into an amazing girls school and we're waiting to hear back about the place where Scott interviewed. I'm not looking for Warren until I get Scott figured out, but I'm hopeful.
England is gorgeous. The towns look just like they do on TV. Everyone really does have a British accent (I know, right?!?!) and everyone is SUPER nice. I was prepared for some bitches, but I haven't seen a single one so far.
We haven't really done anything cool because we've been busy with boring shit, but we're planning to go into London next weekend, and to get to Ireland at the kids' half term break, which I think might be in Feb, but truthfully I have no idea.
TV is weird, it's mostly reruns of really early csi. Netflix UK has Dexter though, which I've been DYING to watch. I'm only two eps in, but so far, it's every bit as awesome as everyone says.
Hopefully we'll get Internet soon and I can adjust these pics.
Keep us in your prayers.
And how cool is this?!?! WE LIVE IN ENGLAND!!!
I just can't fricking believe my life.