I am back from my trip to the UK. The cases have been emptied and put away, the laundry all done and there was such a lot of it, and this week I have spent time putting things away and generally tidying up the house. But it's hard to concentrate on much, I miss my family, I miss my friends and I miss the UK. Seeing my sister and father again, meeting the partners of my niece and nephews and their children brought it home to me that there's a whole family on the other side of the world growing up without me. I think that people who have not moved to live outside of their country of birth cannot understand how hard it is to live your life in another country.
While there are many similarities between the US and the UK they are also very different. The saying goes that we are two countries separated by a common language and nothing could be truer. I miss so many other things, apart from my family and friends. Never being more than a few hours drive to the coast. The wonderful green and lush scenery, the blossoms in the hedgerows and the small villages where you can wander around and buy bread and cake from one store, then head to the grocers for your fruit and vegetables.
And let's not forget the great British pub! Some of the best food (and beer) in the world is to be had in a British pub. There's always one close to where you live. There's no need to get into the car for everything, you can stroll down the village street or the country lane and enjoy an evening out. I miss Cornish pasties, lager and a fresh vanilla slice (it's a cake). I miss Jammie Dodgers, Garibaldi and Rich Tea biscuits (cookies for my American friends). I miss ginger cake, blackcurrant juice and Quavers! But most of all I miss the sense of humor, BBC documentaries and a news program that gives you much more information about what's happening in the world. It's hard to live your life away from all the things that matter the most to you.
The boys were wonderful on the plane, and I should not have worried about them at all. They were fine with everything. Our flight out was overnight so they slept most of the way, returning home we had a daytime flight and while Jamie slept a little Oliver stayed awake, but we were complimented by other passengers on how well the boys had behaved and how lovely they were! I know, my head is at least one size bigger!
The twins didn't always do so well during the actual vacation however. I think it was hard on them sleeping in strange beds and having their routine disrupted. Oliver in particular managed to throw a tantrum at least two or three times a day and getting them to go to sleep became a massive problem. Since we got back home I have restored some semblance of order, their bedtime is back to normal and (touch wood) we haven't had any major problems with them since we returned.
We had a mini reunion and I was able to introduce the boys to cousins of mine I hadn't seen for over 20 years. We visited Yorkshire and London, Wales and Wiltshire. I saw Stonehenge - again, in the rain - again! We went on the London Eye - the second time for Chuck and I but the first for the boys, and we were lucky in that the sun shone and the views over London were truly spectacular. The boys fell in love with Quavers (cheesy, puffy crisps) and soft whipped ice cream with a flake in. They played on the beach, in the 2p arcade - where they won lots of toys - and chased the seagulls down the pier in Whitby.
It was a wonderful holiday, I hated leaving, cried when the plane took off from Heathrow and am now wondering how to get the money together for another trip back next year!
