The day after we celebrated our independence from British tyranny, we boarded BA 48 and came to live as tax paying residents in the country of our former oppressors. Times have changed though, but I'm still eager to see how 40% of our income will be used to support a better lifestyle here. I mean, can you believe the library charges $4.50 to check out a DVD?!
Prior to our departure The stars in our universe aligned the moment we found out my brother had rented a house on the beach at Seabrook for a week starting the day we had to vacate our Seattle home. And this wasn't just a ramshackle beach cottage. This was a full-on sleeps 15 with a chef's kitchen and 2 dishwashers. Don't even get me started on the shower. Ok, too late. It was as big as an SUV where you could experience a downpour from the ceiling, a waterfall and body jets together with programmable temperature (you can even set it to hot/cold alternations if you're a shower masochist). Last but not least a blue tooth speaker system meant I could Walk the Line with Johnny Cash while washing my hair.
We had great family time with my parents then had the Sunday Dinner group (all 19 of us) there to celebrate the 4th. We laughed, drank too much and set off fireworks on the beach along with dozens of other families which made for a combat-like experience.
We went from beach to parents house to airport within 5 hours and after checking in our 9 bags, none of which had anything useful for an empty house besides 1/2 pound of coffee and a hand grinder, we flew for 8 hours while the sun never really set. Now THAT was a long day.
Because it was a Saturday and the weather was gorgeous, we immediately met the half dozen kids who lived just within the 3 houses closest to us. Z & C were soon "chatting up" the posse, learning the names of the resident cats, and discussing with one mom the pros and cons of attending the stones throw church school vs the further state schools. We quickly concluded it was unlikely we'd become frequent-attending, donating members of the Church of England just to save time in the morning.
The sun finally went down once we were laid out on our sleep mats. I felt as though I'd had another night of multiple margaritas, Z thrashed on the floor insisting he should get 3 books not just 1 and was then asleep before C had brushed his teeth. And even though I was in a premenstrual state of agitation about dinged up paint and ugly faucets, I managed to close my eyes in anticipation of our new lives here. Until 2 AM. When my brain couldn't stop rearranging the furniture we wouldn't have for another month...