Monthly Archives: January 2013

One month in (well, almost) and I’m okay!

So it’s been (3 days shy of) one month.  One month since I left behind the only life I’ve ever known, all my family (apart, of course, from my very special hubby and 2 wonderful kiddies), my job, my friends…etc etc.  The list is endless.  It has been one month(ish).  And I have survived it.

Not only survived it – but I have been enjoying it…I have laughed, I have smiled, I have been happy.  Of course there are also those times when the sadness just creeps up on you – when you feel empty inside because the distance between you and your family feels so huge to be completely insurmountable.  But then I shake myself up, and remind myself that I am luckier than most.  I will for the foreseeable future be able to go home 1x every year to see everybody.  I know that for now I just have to focus on counting down until November and then I will be able to have a good catch-up with everyone again.  It’s hard.  Some days it seems doable, easy even…but other days it just seems like January will never end and if we’re only in January – well than November is still a crazy long wait away.  But I’m surviving.  And I’m laughing.  And I’m happy.

Truth be told I like what I’ve seen from my new life.  I know that might not be what family and friends want to hear but I do like it.  I am happy. I love the children’s new school, I love that I see my husband more now because he saves about 3 hours a day on travelling times.  I love the people that I have met.  I love that I live in a place where it can snow!  I love the cool crisp air and being able to dress up in nice clothes without feeling that I am going to pass out from the heat.  I love experiencing a new place, a new culture, new shops…everything is different and new and for now I am truly loving it.

BUT. I must mention two very important caveats.  I do realize that I am still firmly entrenched in the honeymoon period.  1 month in and we’ve been rushed off our feet doing the fun stuff – exploring, discovering, experiencing, shopping.  I realize that there will come a time where I think “to hell with this I MISS the comforts of home.  The things I know.  The PEOPLE I know”.  I realise that this is coming and that’s okay …. but for now I want to enjoy my honeymoon period.  I want to just be happy and enjoy what I can.

And then of course my precious and wonderful family.  How I miss them!  Last night I had my first Isle of Man dream, in which I was in my new home, dreaming of the new people we have met and valid situations.  It was nice for a change to wake up without that immediate sickening pang of remembrance that I am very, very far away from home indeed.

I think it can partially be attributed to the pregnancy but I have been having the most vivid dreams.  And every night (apart from last night) I have dreamt that I was ‘at home’…in South Africa.  Often doing the most mundane things like shopping with my mother or watching a movie with my sister… in my sleep I manage to find a way to get comfort and closeness from my family…every night I found myself seeking the comforts of my home, and every morning I would wake up with the sick realization that that is not my home anymore.

I miss my family.  Insanely.  Hugely.  More than words could ever say.  But I am okay.

On the pregnancy front all seems fine, no issues or problems.  10 weeks now and hopefully will get a scan at 12 weeks.  Fingers crossed!


Greetings from the Other Side.

So we are here – we have been in the Isle of Man for just over a week and we are doing okay.

The past few weeks have been absolutely hectic, our container left with all our stuff on the 12 November and we spent a month camping in our house on blow up mattresses and camping chairs.  We then spent a few wonderful days living in my parents house, a week in Cape Town with the in-laws (such a nice break!), a few days in Vryheid with all my extended family and then back to a few days with my folks before flying out.  Emotions were running high and it really was just a whirlwind but it was good.

Except for the goodbyes.  My word they were traumatic.  I can’t even explain how difficult it is to say goodbye to people that have been such a huge part of your life forever.  I am devastated not to be living close to my ‘nearest’ (emotionally speacking obviously) and dearest, yet there have been aspects of the move that have assured me that we are in fact doing the right thing, and that helps me get through from day to day.

So far this week in our new house has been frantically busy – it’s hard work stocking up a brand new house, looking for cars, getting the kids kitted out for school etc, but it’s been a nice distraction from my emotions and just plain fun to do lots of shopping.

The weather here is cold.  Really COLD.  But fresh and crisp and lovely in it’s own way (although I’m sure that’ll get old eventually too).  We have gotten into a nice routine of putting on hats, coats and gloves when we go out and honestly with proper clothing it’s not too bad.  We have been blessed with minimal rain since our arrival and I can imagine that gets a bit much very quickly, so hoping for a fairly dry year ahead 🙂

Of course there was another bombshell dropped on us just 2 weeks before we left for our new lives.  I had been feeling a bit funny and decided to POAS. Well imagine my surprise when it turned out positive.  I couldn’t believe it – and in many ways I still can’t believe it!  I’ve been blessed with minimal nausea and have managed to pretty much keep on going but yoh – it seems like we’ll be welcoming a new (Manx!) baby into the fold come August 2013.  Eeeeeeek!!!