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We Have Arrived

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What a whirlwind few weeks we have had here! It’s now Monday morning, and I have just seen Mr T off on his first day at his new job. I’m so proud of him, he has worked hard for this and truly earned his right to be here! As BoyChild and I stood at the door and waved him off with the towering, snow capped mountains in the background, it just felt surreal.

This is our life now? We live here? For good, for real? When did that happen??

We flew down here last Thursday – we had a couple of friends come and see us off at the airport, I cried (like I knew I would) and Princess asked her little buddies, “are you coming with us?” – and seemed pretty surprised when they said that sadly, no, they weren’t coming with us.

The flight down was relatively painless, until BabyGirl was told to sit in her seat, leaving her tray table and window shade up. No, she said. Go away, she said to the (very lovely and patient) flight attendant. She was having too much fun going from seat to seat, to sit down! After a very loud tussle, I got her into her extension belt (attached to mine because she is was just a little bit too little to sit by herself). She screamed and screamed and I sunk into my seat in embarrassment – when that kid screams, she screams. She was calling for Daddy who was sitting on the other side of the aisle, so after some very quick eye-conversation and hand gestures, I quickly un-did her from my belt and threw her across the aisle to her dad, who, just as quickly, had her buckled into his seat. There, easy.

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“I WANT MUMMA!!!! MUMMMA!!!!!! MUUUUUUM!!!!!”

Sigh. Because by now we were well into our descent, we couldn’t do another shifty change around. Naturally, Princess started to cry for me too. What a picture it must have been – me, sitting completely alone in three seats, while Mr T wrestled two crying (nay, screaming) girls and a happy little guy (full ups to BoyChild who just loved the flight!). After lots of shhhhhh’s and whispers of “you’re ok … mummy loves you … hi over there!” we were nearly ready to land.

So, of course, we took off again. Yup. The pilots had a missed approach, and off we were again, up, up into the sky. The girls were thrilled, I’m sure you can imagine. And, I bet, so was every other passenger on that plane, no doubt cursing the parents of that loud, screaming child who just would. not. let. up.

Because we were no longer descending, Mr T and I did another quick eye-conversation, and just like that, BabyGirl was back on my lap again. It was like a freakin switch got turned off. Not only did she stop crying, she fell asleep. Out cold. Just like that. Sigh. And, interestingly, she slept through getting off the plane, being held at luggage collection, being put into the pram, being put into her car seat, being put into the pram so we could get lunch, being put into her car seat once more, and arriving at our temporary accommodation after a long drive around town. Guess it’s sleepy business, crying like that.

And just like that, we have arrived.

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On Day Two we had to find a doctor because Princess developed strep throat. On Day Four BoyChild got a vomiting bug – just what we need when staying in fancy temporary accommodation.

And now today. Day Five. Mr T has gone to work. The girls are still asleep. BoyChild is sitting next to me talking to his iPad. And I’m thinking about the reality that is our new lives. It’s exciting, it’s exhilarating seeing those looming mountains outside our door and realising that this is our new home. It’s frightening making a new start, and it’s sad remembering all of our friends going about their everyday lives back home, without us there.

But that’s all ok. Because this morning I saw my husband off for his new job. And I couldn’t have been prouder. This would be significantly worse if I wasn’t sharing all of these experiences alongside my best friend, and these crazy three little minions who seem to tag along with us xx

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The Final Countdown

And here we are, with less than a week until the Big Move.

I’m sorry, but I think I’ve inadvertently fallen into a time travel situation? Because I swear the last 6 weeks has gone by in two days.

The reality of moving away from the life we know and love, and on to a new adventure, has really hit me in the last few days. And, I think it has hit Princess as well. She seems to fluctuate between super excited, devastatingly sad, and hyperactively silly, about a million times each day.

There have been tears already – today we opened our home up to any friends who wanted to spend time with us before we go, and from 11am until just now (nearly 10pm) we had a constant stream of people coming in and out. It was amazing, it was exhausting, and it was sad.

Two of the hardest people to say goodbye to today were my Mum and Step Dad. They live 4 hours away from here, but we see them at least once every two months. It was hard today, saying goodbye to them knowing that the next time we see them will probably be after xmas. I was doing ok with my tears until Princess started crying and crying. She set me off, and we just stood there crying as BabyGirl happily waved, “BYE GRANDMA! BYE GRANDAD! SEE YOU CHRISTMASSSSS”.

Mr T cleared out our shed today, and had the nerve to call me a hoarder. I mean, honestly. I am not a hoarder. I am a Collector of Important Things and Memories, thankyouverymuch.

We have hired a giant skip bin, and we seem to be having a skip bin battle. He puts things in, I take them out. He tried to throw away my old airline uniform that I have lovingly kept for ten years. He said it was junk! Um, hello? I said it was worth a lot of money, not to mention the memories. He said he looked forward to retiring on it. I politely informed him that I did not appreciate his sarcasm.

And so here we are. Tomorrow we are holding Princess’s 6th Birthday party. It’s two weeks early, but this way she gets to enjoy it with her friends. We have argued all day about whether or not she is actually turning six tomorrow. You’d think I, of all people, would know what day she was born, given that I was there, doing most of the work.

Monday, the packers come to pack our stuff. I plan to hover.

Tuesday, the movers come to take our stuff.

Wednesday we clean.

Thursday, we fly out. On our big adventure. The Big Move.

It doesn’t feel real, but it’s leaning that way. And, truth be told, I’m actually leaning towards excitement myself.

Am I ready? No. But I will be. They never said this adult business was easy, right?

Right?

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The Fantastic T Family Is On The Move

I’ve been quiet on here these past few weeks, because changes are a-foot in the Fantastic T household.

Mr T, dear husband, has received a promotion at work that will see us up-and-off, moving from windy, cold Wellington to just-absolutely-cold Queenstown! For those of you unfamiliar with New Zealand’s geography, Wellington is at the bottom of the North Island, Queenstown is near the bottom of the South Island. 943.9km away.

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Moving a family that far is a long, drawn out process. So it’s great that husband’s work gave us six weeks notice. Six weeks to uproot and change our entire lives. Not stressful at all, no siree.

Seriously though, this is an amazing opportunity for us all – the kids are at the age where they are so adaptable to change. BoyChild is 6 months from starting school and BabyGirl has yet to start any form of preschool, so the disruption for them is minimal. And husband gets the job he has been working hard towards for nearly ten years.

Princess is nervous and a little bit anxious about the move, but we spend a lot of time talking about all the many fun things we are going to be able to do when we get there. The snow! The skiing! The adventures! She already has a little book for addresses and she is excitedly getting everyone’s details so she can write letters to all her friends.

How about me, then? Well, I won’t lie – I’m scared. I’m excited, and nervous and anxious. I’m happy and I’m so sad I get a pit in my stomach whenever I think about the reality of up and leaving the community that I have spent the last five years building around myself.

People are telling me that I will meet new people, make new friends – and gosh, that is exactly what I am telling Princess! But here’s the thing – I don’t actually feel like I’m ready to say goodbye to the friends I have.

I have written about my friends before, I absolutely freakin love them. When husband and I moved here and had kids, I didn’t know anyone. I met one amazing lady when Princess started kindergarten (her son started the same day) and it was with her that we then met another, and another, and another like minded person, until we had formed a tight knit group. We are all mothers, we all work part time, and we spend a lot of time together. Our kids are best friends. Our husbands are great friends. And I am going to have to say goodbye to them in two weeks. I’m not ready.

I know I will see them again, and with the wonders of social media I will talk to them most days online. But it will be four months before I see them again. Kids grow a lot, will BabyGirl even remember that she has an inseparable friendship with her little friend?

Friends are hard to make when you are an adult. I learned a long time ago to treasure those that come along, because amazing friends are rare. I know that my friends here know that I treasure them. I spend my days trying to be strong for the kids, for the husband, excited for this wonderful new chapter in our lives. But I am scared of saying “see you sometime soon” to these ladies who share my life with me.

I will miss the night time trips to the supermarket together, “just to get out of the house”, I will miss the random drop ins because they were passing and saw my car in the drive, I will miss the pot luck dinners, the coffee trips. I will miss the laughs-until-our-tummies-hurt-and-we-pee-a-little-and-laugh-some-more.

I’m sure in six months, a year, I will look back and laugh at how concerned I was about the move. I will visit here and things will be just like they always were. But still. I’m scared. And sad.

We leave in 17 days. I am cramming as much into these days as I can. Day or night, I’m opening myself up to see as many people as I can. And relishing days like today, where I got to spend the day with three friends and their kids. And got to cuddle my amazing friend’s 4 week old baby, sad that she will grow so much in between visits.

That’s the thing with being an adult – sometimes you have to make decisions that are best for those around you, and take steps that scare you. It’s all what makes us who we are.

Doesn’t mean I have to do it with dry eyes.

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