I get asked one question all.the.time. Why did you move to England? This question is usually asked w/ a look of disgust and disbelief on their faces. Brits just can’t understand why I would leave America for dark and dreary England. I think they think that ALL of the USA is Florida/Disney/NYC/LA where the sun never sets and everyone has pool in the back yard. Kind of like when I was in the US and people would ask why I was moving to London. I would tell them no I was moving to Manchester NOT London. Still the next time I would see them they would ask me if I was still moving to London *sigh*.
I moved to England for one simple reason. Wal. It’s really that simple. I have never, not once, regretted this decision.
I don’t talk about the negatives of living in England. Eeeer well except for the bastards that block my driveway- then I’m always negative. But over all life is good. I don’t have to worry about health-care, we have National Health Service. The equipment might not be shiny and top of the line but it works and it won’t put me in the poor house. I love the NHS!! Wal and I are able to work it so that I don’t have to work. Granted I don’t have a car and we live in a wee little house but those are soo insignificant. Being w/ Squidge every day is soo much more important to me. Warning: Shameless Christmas wishlist plug… Yes I want a Nikon D40 and some really nice leather boots for Christmas but if I don’t get them I’ll be alright.
Living soo far away from family has it’s drawbacks and benefits. The benefits being that I can just blow into town and everyone is happy to see me (and when I say me I really mean Squidge) then I blow out of town again before I overstay my welcome. The drawbacks are that I miss my family. I miss the family parties. I miss the silly mundane things, like my mom and aunt Liliana and their Friday trips to the mall. I really miss those mall trips. I miss the community of friends my parents have and the events they hold to remember their Portuguese-ness. I miss dropping by and visiting w/ people who have known me all my life. One possitive is that I’ve gotten really good at striking up conversations w/ strangers and being an inclusive person. You have to or you’ll die of loneliness.
In the spirit of my new blogging openness I’m going to talk about a very painful part of my life. I’m trying to put this into words but am having a difficult time, please forgive my clumsy bumbling… Squidge and I don’t have a relationship w/ her English grandparents. That is to say Wal’s parents made it clear to me when I first moved here that they did not approve and did not want to have anything to do with me. We thought they would mellow a bit after Squidge was born, sadly they have not. Squidge will be 18 months on Christmas day. She will have been a living breathing being for one year and a half-547.863298 days. She has never seen her grandmother or grandfather. Their cat died a couple of weeks ago. I mentioned to Wal that now might be the time to drop by w/ Squidge. I would stay home as they don’t like me and I don’t really fancy seeing them but do feel that Squidge should have a relationship with them. I hope that this Christmas they will finally open their hearts and allow Squidge to be a part of their lives.
So you see, although I blog about all things Squidge I suppose I don’t really blog about ALL.THINGS.SQUIDGE. No one wants to know about the bad and negative. I choose to focus on the positive. I choose not to waste my time hating them. I choose to think that one day they will meet a little girl that I think this is the bees knees.
Helping dad put her chair together!
It really is their loss…