Almost seven weeks ago (can it really have been that long ago?!), my husband and I moved from Los Angeles, California to London, England. I can’t believe how fast the time has flown by! Everything has been so new/exciting/hectic that I have only just now had enough time to start this blog. I have been playing with the idea ever since we found out that we would be moving, and a few friends and family members mentioned the idea to me, too. So I had pretty much decided before we left the States that once we got settled in, I would look into starting a blog to document all of our experiences and travels for our loved ones to follow.
In the coming posts, I will be telling you all about our first weeks here, apartment hunting, our explorations around London, and our weekend trips. But rest assured, we have been very happy here so far! London is a wonderful city, and the people are great, too. As a whole, everyone we have met has been so kind and friendly to us. Once they hear our accents, most people want to hear our story, tell us the best restaurants to go, their favorites cities in Europe to visit, and get our recommendations about the best US cities. We get asked almost daily,“Where are you from?” to which we used to answer, “California. Los Angeles.” We have recently been giving a much more convoluted tale involving our entire life histories (which, no doubt, leaves whomever asked the question glassy-eyed and sincerely regretting ever asking) after a very perceptive barista in Bath looked at Stephen kindly but critically, and said “You don’t sound like you’re from California.” At which point we both looked very sheepish and started the whole spiel, which we now repeat almost apologetically in case anyone thinks we are trying to pass ourselves off as native Californians. Convoluted or not, it really is quite a conversation starter, and we have been so pleased at the warm welcome we have received. That isn’t to say that we don’t stick out; I am sure some of the things we do or say can be odd and annoying, but everyone is much too polite to mention it, and we have tried to minimize those behaviors that are particularly irritating (Stephen no longer loudly yells my name when I am three aisles away because he is too lazy to walk over. He just actually walks over. Such a loss.)
But to get back to the topic at hand, I hope that this blog is a good method to keep everyone back home informed about our lives and a way to document this experience for our older selves to look back on one day, when we have kids and a mortgage and can’t believe there was once a time when we could just leave the house in 5 minutes without packing two strollers, a diaper bag, and enough food to last a few cranky kids and two even crankier parents until dinner. Most of all, I want you (meaning, whoever is reading this. Hopefully, more people than just my mom. Hi, Mom!) to feel like we are all sitting down for a chat (or a chin wag, as they say here.) So that means that there will be lots of tangents, pictures of food—you all know how much I love my meals—and hopefully some interesting stories to come, so stay tuned, and feel free to comment!