tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682510645629701312024-03-13T21:05:48.775-07:00American Expat in LondonWhat's it like to be a newly-wed to a Brit, 30-something American female living and working in London? Heck if I know-but I'm going to find out! Join me as I blog about what it's like to live, work, play, (fka plan a wedding/fka date) (yikes!), and generally try to get by in London.~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.comBlogger262125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-51190882071692693372014-02-06T15:27:00.000-08:002014-02-06T15:27:05.819-08:00THE Football World Championship Game...otherwise know as the Super Bowl.<br />
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This year, the Super Bowl coincided with Simon's birthday, and weeks before the Seattle Seahawks even made it into the playoffs, we decided to host a Super Bowl Birthday Extravaganza (cue echo..).<br />
<br />Well, as luck would have it (though really, we all know it was skill!), not only did the Seahawks make it to the Super Bowl, but it was a crushing victory.<br />
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Simon was granted a birthday wish that probably any 12 year old birthday boy in Seattle would want-and had a grand time while doing it. He's seen a Super Bowl before (even if it meant having to stay awake until 3am in London...), but whether you're an expat (of either the local or national sense), or a Seattle native...Sunday was pretty special. And not just because he looked better in the wig than I did!<br />
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<br />~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-29286894621796792962014-01-02T11:13:00.002-08:002014-01-02T11:13:28.400-08:00Crisis AvertedAs incredibly knowledgeable as Simon is about American culture/pop culture/history/politics, I often forget that he is not 'of' this country. There are subtleties that can be lost on him-and I usually don't recognize this until said subtlety is indeed lost.<br />
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Take the below photo. After 18 months, we finally got around to uploading the first photos from our road trip that started in July 2012. Anyhoo...after uploading this picture, Simon decided to post the picture on Facebook, and simply comment about where the photo was taken (Faith, NC...yes: Faith), and the occasion (July 4). <br />
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Hours later, when I was pottering on FB, I noticed this photo was posted on his timeline without any commentary (namely...something about the irony of us posing in front of a Rebel flag on July 4th, it being the wrong flag, oh-look how odd...something. anything). And, I had a minor meltdown. Perhaps I was being a bit too sensitive, but I freaked out realizing that my friends (of many different races) would see this posting of us in front of this flag-and think the worst. What I observed (mid-meltdown) was that Simon really didn't understand my reaction. And...this was a learning moment for me. So, I had to explain the origin of my freak, and ask him to either comment on the photo to provide some context, or untag me. He gamely did this (phew. crisis averted), but I could tell that there was a bit of surprise (confusion? something else?) from him in the conversation.<div>
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~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-86816959349160479162013-12-17T16:30:00.001-08:002013-12-17T16:30:30.897-08:00Aloha, Hey Y'all, and AinngaiThat's 'hello' in Hawaii, the South, and Alaska (Inuit).<br />
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I often forget how diverse this country is-which is really sad, when I consider that I drove from North Carolina to Washington State not even 18 months ago. But...I do.<br />
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Simon and I have done a fair amount of travel in the US this year-and explicitly tried to tick off a few states he hasn't been to-Alaska and Hawaii-both of which are fairly convenient to reach from Seattle. Throw in a trip to the South to go visit family...and we've covered a fair amount of geographic and cultural diversity in this country this year.<br />
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I've been to Alaska numerous times, and Hawaii once previously-so I knew what to expect in terms of the topography, people, food, weather...everything. But, I couldn't help but be struck by Simon's reaction as we got stuck into these places this past year (most recently, just last month)-and observe the wonder with which he looks at the US sometimes. By hopping on a flight for a few hours to go to a different state-it can very much be like travelling to a different country.<br />
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Sometimes I think that being married to Simon must be what it's like to have a child-and constantly be forced to look at something thru the the eyes of never seeing or experiencing it before-and I am infinitely thankful for the forcing function. The list of these firsts hasn't gone down in the past 18 months, only evolved. I'm sure it will continue to evolve in 2014, and I really look forward to seeing something I've already seen before thru a fresh pair of eyes.<br />
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(kicks self for taking US for granted)<br />
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~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-18822662789843470552013-11-18T15:33:00.000-08:002013-11-18T15:36:12.712-08:00Finding My VoiceSimply put, I've not been very active on my blog for the past year-effectively, since I returned to the US. Which, considering the premise of my blog ('an expat in London'....), makes sense. I loved writing my blog when I was in London, but since moving back, didn't feel like I had much of a voice any longer-or at least a voice that would be true to the <a href="http://anexpatinlondon.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-to-my-blog.html">nature of my blog</a>.<br />
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However...it's dawned on me over the past several months how different my life is now because I was "an expat in London." Without stating the obvious, I would have never met Simon, and the hundreds of thousands of moments that have happened in my life with and because of him would never have been. I've had a true 'Sliding Doors' epiphany. While it seems like these moments would be less and less after returning to the US, the reality is-they aren't. The experiences we have had this past year (more on that in the upcoming weeks...), and even just today continue to remind me every day just how different my life is because of my life in London-and because of Simon. And, I want to capture this sentiment while I remember.</div>
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So, I have decided to pick up my blog again. The first few posts will be more detail on what I alluded to above. Some posts may be mundane (oh the joys of getting Simon a bank account...). Some posts will talk about what is truly life altering (his 10-year Green Card application is now a work in process. yikes).</div>
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But, at the least, I will try to continue to be true to the original purpose of my blog: what life is like due to me being an Expat in London. Admittedly, the blog will now be a bit of a "PS", but I think I still have something to say. If for no other reason then selfishly, when I am 80-and can barely remember if I took my bran tablets in the morning-I'll have this blog to remind me of these experiences.</div>
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So, for those of you that by some miracle continue to stumble upon my blog anew...and if there is anyone still out there who may still have me in your reader...stay tuned-and thanks for stopping by.</div>
~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-83404484048156798992013-07-24T08:12:00.002-07:002013-07-24T08:12:35.266-07:00Back to the HomelandAfter 1 year and (what will be...) 29 days, Simon will return to the mother ship for the first time since departure.<br />
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I am incredibly excited for him to be able to go home and see friends and family-and experience the sense of familiar that he will surely feel by being back in London.<br />
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I wonder if he's truly prepared however, for what has changed-both in London, and him. I recall that there was a tipping point for me that made me feel less familiar with the US and more familiar with London-almost a comfort level. I don't know if this will be the trip for Simon-it is just the first year after all, but it has been a year, so he's probably quite settled in the 'American-ness' of his life already.<br />
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This should be interesting.~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-87514053161045497922013-07-01T14:51:00.002-07:002013-07-01T14:51:28.580-07:00Happy American Birthday<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Happy American Birthday, to my incredible husband. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">One year ago today, you landed in the US, and started a new chapter in your life. I hope you've had as much fun the past year as I have. It's been a continuous series of firsts, and there are plenty more to be had!</span>~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-92005469351263123242013-05-02T17:38:00.001-07:002013-05-02T17:38:32.413-07:00A Season of FirstsIt's safe to say, I now know what it must be like to be the parent of a small child...Since our time back in the US, and presuming it isn't permanent, I am keen to chase as many First Time Experiences as possible-for both Simon & I, though mainly for Simon.<br />
<br />To wit: This year alone, in no particular order, Simon has:<br />
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<li>Filed his first US tax return</li>
<li>Attended opening night for the Seattle Mariners (a first for me as well)</li>
<li>Joined a softball league, and played two games. Which led to...</li>
<li>Visiting the emergency room-just this week..Simon fractured a bone in his arm after falling at said Softball game on Sunday. OK. That one we didn't 'chase.'</li>
<li>Played a game of kickball. Only one game, unfortunately-due to the aforementioned arm, he will be playing no more.</li>
<li>Purchased a house</li>
<li>Observed just *how many* prescription drug commercials are on TV (it's not legal to do so in the UK)</li>
<li>Started to just a *little bit*) enjoy drinking an IPA</li>
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<li>..and with that knowledge, getting a drivers license. Just in case.</li>
<li>Visiting Alaska and Hawaii (we'll tick these boxes before the end of the year. woo!)</li>
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What else? What other first time experiences (parents? Expats?...) should we be chasing for Simon?</div>
~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-31289095009758260562013-03-15T13:38:00.005-07:002013-03-15T13:38:49.855-07:00My First Date in London-UpdateFive years later...I'd still say that<a href="http://anexpatinlondon.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-date-in-london-update.html"> first date</a> was pretty darned good.<br />
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<br />~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-88763043392855040872013-02-11T09:34:00.002-08:002013-02-11T09:34:33.176-08:00Familiar yet ForeignBack in London for a little over 24 hours.<br />
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It's GREAT to be back! But, it's also a bit strange...I'm staying in a hotel, not my home. I've thusfar interacted with people I didn't know when I lived here (ie new colleagues), and I'm staying & working in a part of town (Camden) that I barely spent half a day in when I lived here. <br />
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Oh, and Simon isn't here. I don't know London without Simon; we met the 4th day after I arrived; on the flip side...Seattle without me now must be a bit odd for Simon.<br />
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Everything feels familiar, yet oddly foreign all at the same time.~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-30502306980397559662013-02-08T10:15:00.001-08:002013-02-08T10:15:07.567-08:00London Bound!In less than 48 hours, I will be back in London for 2 weeks for business.<div>
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I've had this trip planned for several months now, and was feeling rather mixed emotions about the trip-somewhat because I'd be going solo (and haven't been in London the past 5 years without Simon), and somewhat because business travel (especially when dealing with a red-eye flight and 8 hours of jet lag) is hard.</div>
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<br />But, I've started reaching out to friends and setting up dinners and drinks. And dinners and drinks. And, more drinks...and find that I'm actually quite excited now at the prospect!</div>
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Oddly too, I find that there are a few things on the 'shopping list' that I'm keen to pick up while there-that I can't find here in the US. So, my behavior the previous 5 years when going to and coming from the US with an empty suitcase to stock up on is about to be repeated-but in reverse.</div>
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I'm looking forward to walking around again and taking the tube as my primary mode of transport. The things I used to complain about the most (well, at least the tube..) are now currently part of what I'm looking forward to. </div>
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~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-68707154109589189372013-01-14T11:59:00.005-08:002013-01-14T11:59:45.377-08:00Through The Eyes of OthersI think I've mentioned a few of the observations (drivers, portions, etc) Simon has made past few months in the US.<br />
<br />His latest observation-well, flat out surprise, is over the H&R Block TV Adverts that are now playing in full rotation in prime-time. As someone who has only ever lived in a country where the concept of actively completing a return is reserved only for those who have the most complicated of taxes, it is blowing his mind that everyone-including the most average of households are expected to submit a paper return to the IRS. Hee..<br />
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On the flip side of the coin, I've an acquaintance who just landed in London a few days ago for an expat assignment, and I have just seen some of her first Facebook posts about her experiences. It's bringing back a flood of memories for me, and I can't help but feel a little envious of her new & exciting experience. <br />
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London-life is especially fresh on my mind as I'll be heading there in a few weeks for work-and I'm so<br />
excited (oh, the irony...)-and also a little sad to know that my experience will be temporary (oh, the irony). I couldn't be happier in Seattle, but I have pangs for London every now and then.<br />
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I guess that is what the norm is for me now...~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-13679232083529713822012-11-18T19:58:00.000-08:002012-11-18T19:58:15.057-08:00Settled in SeattleIt only took 2.5 months, but I think it's safe to say, we now feel settled in Seattle. Whew.<br />
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I'm really surprised at how long it took-considering we had a place to live, and I'd been thru the process of setting life up here once before-so for example, I knew which mobile provider, cable provider, energy provider...etc..to use. Plus, we've had the added flexibility of having someone at home during the work week to manage some of the small appointments (Simon starts his new job next week).<br />
It's especially surprising when I reflect back to how long it took to feel settled in London (3 months), and how frustrating and tiring it was dealing with the endless to-do list. It was the exact same feeling here. This past weekend was literally the first weekend since we arrived in Seattle (August 31st) that I actually felt like I could sit down and relax-and not continue to think about the things that needed to be done...largely, because the list is now done!<br />
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Admittedly, it wasn't until 2 weeks ago before our goods from London arrived (we had them packed for shipment in mid-May...don't get me started...), and it wasn't until 10 days ago that the couch & chair that we bought in North Carolina in July arrived (we'd literally been using an air mattress as a 'couch'), and I know that was a large contributor to the feeling. But even 'stuff' aside, the settling in process has been considerable.<br />
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Moving back has been one constant surprise after another. I guess I should simply add this one to the list too!~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-60201505512898549692012-11-10T08:41:00.003-08:002012-11-10T08:42:23.533-08:00Cross Country Trip PicturesBetter late than never, right? Two months and countless nagging requests to Simon after we finished our trip, and all of the photos have now been uploaded and tagged. Phew.<br />
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I was just having a flip thru, because I thought it would be a good idea to post one trip from each state we visited-then I realized that would be difficult for the last half of the trip where we were in 3,4,5...cities per state. Then I thought I'd post one picture per stop. And realize that sometimes we didn't take many pictures-and some times we took a hundred (hello, Grand Canyon!). So...I give up. I'm just going to post the good ones-and try to keep it to under 50 pictures. Kidding...No, I probably should try to keep it under 50. :)<br />
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Feels like this trip was years ago-not months ago. Especially as I look at the warm climates, sun, tans, and short sleeves that seem to be the constant in each picture. Sigh. Oh well. Summer in Seattle is only a mere 9 months away (it rarely gets 'summery' here before July 4...).<br />
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Anyhoo, hope y'all enjoy looking at the pictures as much as I just did. Blogger isn't being very friendly to the picture upload, so the first pictures are actually the middle of the trip. When you get to the Gold Cost, OR picture, the photos flip to the first part of the trip starting in Charleston, SC...Sorry for the confusion. Grr.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Albequerque Isotopes</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Painted Dessert-Petrified Forrest National Park</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aUAY8hCEI-A/UJ6AQEoRjnI/AAAAAAAACmQ/YKFsVAjdvsw/s1600/IMG_20120806_111143_GRAND_CANYON.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aUAY8hCEI-A/UJ6AQEoRjnI/AAAAAAAACmQ/YKFsVAjdvsw/s200/IMG_20120806_111143_GRAND_CANYON.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The very Grand Canyon</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHgZmaM1T9E/UJ6ARidw4wI/AAAAAAAACmY/8i1E5XLGkHw/s1600/IMG_20120806_121128_GRAND_CANYON.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHgZmaM1T9E/UJ6ARidw4wI/AAAAAAAACmY/8i1E5XLGkHw/s200/IMG_20120806_121128_GRAND_CANYON.jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gazing out over the Grand Canyon </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the road to Sedona, AZ</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunset in Sedona, AZ </td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txlbFJDupuU/UJ6AVZrZSFI/AAAAAAAACm8/uVi-Q1SBdbo/s1600/IMG_20120816_142656_Chicken2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-txlbFJDupuU/UJ6AVZrZSFI/AAAAAAAACm8/uVi-Q1SBdbo/s200/IMG_20120816_142656_Chicken2.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Proof that the Monster Chicken lives...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Santa Cruz, CA</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How Wine Tasting should be-CA</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_9SYjtVqrs/UJ6AZ1GvGDI/AAAAAAAACnU/Tyf0mRMCF7o/s1600/IMG_20120823_132213__DriveThruTree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L_9SYjtVqrs/UJ6AZ1GvGDI/AAAAAAAACnU/Tyf0mRMCF7o/s200/IMG_20120823_132213__DriveThruTree.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chandler Tree-Leggett, CA</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkuW7oss3uc/UJ6AcKad-PI/AAAAAAAACnc/5tBeCf3aE9k/s1600/IMG_20120825_112455_TreeHugger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkuW7oss3uc/UJ6AcKad-PI/AAAAAAAACnc/5tBeCf3aE9k/s200/IMG_20120825_112455_TreeHugger.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Redwood National Forest-Humboldt, CA</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMJyPK09woo/UJ6AdUMg3ZI/AAAAAAAACnk/YmxOIQNHacE/s1600/IMG_20120825_162336_Goldbeach_OR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMJyPK09woo/UJ6AdUMg3ZI/AAAAAAAACnk/YmxOIQNHacE/s200/IMG_20120825_162336_Goldbeach_OR.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gold Coast, OR</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charleston, SC</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Savannah, GA-Birthplace of Girl Scouts</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With old friends (and new) in Hilton Head, SC</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Atlanta, GA</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rockin' on the front porch at Jack's house: Lynchburg, TN</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walking in Memphis..Beale Street</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JapueOXY-dg/UJ58xCq1hlI/AAAAAAAACjs/kMAu-45Zwp4/s1600/IMG_20120723_095647_Graceland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JapueOXY-dg/UJ58xCq1hlI/AAAAAAAACjs/kMAu-45Zwp4/s200/IMG_20120723_095647_Graceland.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm going to Graceland!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwrK2kM-mPs/UJ58ywOh-AI/AAAAAAAACj0/XWmey0W8hN8/s1600/IMG_20120723_130433_Stax.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwrK2kM-mPs/UJ58ywOh-AI/AAAAAAAACj0/XWmey0W8hN8/s200/IMG_20120723_130433_Stax.jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stax Recording Studio-Memphis, TN</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88ONyWvgzrs/UJ580h4itNI/AAAAAAAACj8/IoC82JFxZ1Y/s1600/IMG_20120723_172138_Clarksdale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88ONyWvgzrs/UJ580h4itNI/AAAAAAAACj8/IoC82JFxZ1Y/s200/IMG_20120723_172138_Clarksdale.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lobby of Shack Up Inn-Clarksdale, MS</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back 'yard' at Shack Up Inn</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bonnie C, Simon, Mr. Crawford-Oxford, MS</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cemetary behind Faulkner's 'marriage church'</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walking the tracks in Clarksdale, MS</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nawleans</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">St Louis Cemetery 1-NOLA</td></tr>
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<br /><br /><br /><br />~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-42562486260835427482012-09-27T17:19:00.004-07:002012-09-27T17:20:02.829-07:00Things I Miss About London-Part 2I can't believe I'm about to say this...<br />
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I miss having milk for my tea provided to me in the office.<br />
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Yep. There it is. I said it. <br />
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This Southern American misses having milk for her tea.~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-3588736232152843992012-09-20T08:20:00.000-07:002012-09-20T08:20:15.122-07:00Heels!I mentioned <a href="http://anexpatinlondon.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-to-london.html">on my blog</a> at some point several years ago that anything greater than a 1-inch heel in London was just a baaad idea. <div>
Well, times have a-changed being back in the US & driving everywhere (the one upside to driving everywhere...).<br /><div>
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~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-73591651557546686832012-09-16T09:54:00.001-07:002012-09-16T09:54:18.780-07:00Last Leg of the TripWhere d<span style="font-family: inherit;">id the time go?!?!? I've been back in Seattle for 2 weeks, and it seems like references to our trip-especially the earliest parts-are for a trip that happened years ago, not weeks ago. Sigh. I think real life has settled in again.</span><br />
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Before too much more time passes by, I want to get details down for the last leg of the trip. In some ways, it was my favorite part of the trip, and fortunately, given the proximity of this area to Seattle, comprises the easiest places on the trip to pop back to for a weekend away from Seattle.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">20 days. 2500 miles. 3 States. Cities visited: Sedona, AZ; Scottsdale, AZ; Palm Springs, CA; Venice, CA; Santa Barbara, CA: Santa Cruz, CA; San Francisco, CA; Sonoma, CA; Eureka, CA; Gold Beach, OR; Newport, OR; Astoria, OR; Portland, OR.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Highlights...Sedona was a godsend-both the beauty of the scenery, and we stayed in an "AirBNB" type condo that had a kitchen-so, we got to cook!. All of the Wineries we stopped at along the way were lovely-some better than others...Fess Parker was incredible, and our last winery (sadly, the name currently escapes me), was simple perfection in the setting and experience. Astoria -and well, any of the Oregon Coast cities-are all hidden gems that I can't wait to return to during weekend trips from Seattle.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Lowlights...really just one...Santa Cruz. The one place on the trip that, hindsight 20/20, I wish we hadn't stayed in. After booking the hotel, we were unfortunately 'locked in' for 2 days. The town is 'meh', and our hotel was..to be brutally honest (if not a bit kind...) was a shit hole. Yes, a shit hole. I've never used that phrase to refer to a hotel before. Until now. Santa Cruz is very expensive, but you'd think that for ~$150 a night, you'd get something in which you didn't feel the need to wear socks while walking on the carpet in your room. Ew. Oh well..now we know!</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">So, that's it. That's the trip-a trip of a lifetime. All told, we travelled 7700 miles across 13 States and 29 cities. We started the trip Sunday, July 15 in Charleston, SC, and arrived in Seattle on Friday, August 31. 48 days. Whew.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">It's good to get settled in to Seattle (well, as settled as we can be without our stuff from London yet..), but I could have easily done another 2-3 weeks of the trip. I start a new job on Monday, but hopefully in another 3-4 years, we'll have the opportunity to take some time off and do the northern route from Seattle to NYC!</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">I'm sorting thru pictures now. Once we've been thru-and noted everything-I'll do a pictures post. Should happen next weekend-it's Simon's task this week to tag the pictures. :)</span>~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-53619460804375488892012-08-24T12:16:00.000-07:002012-08-24T12:16:03.432-07:00Things I Miss About LondonTwo Random things while thinking about it...<br />
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1. Not that this one should be a surprise, but I miss not having to worry about drinking and driving. I miss having public transport as an easy option to get me home after being out in the evening and having more than a couple of drinks.<br />
As a result, I'm keeping myself fairly sober. Or sadly, am just drinking in the hotels... ;)<br />
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2. I miss English public loos-and the privacy they afforded. Proper walls that went to the ceiling and to the floor. Proper doors that didn't have 2 inches of space in-between the door and the wall.<br />
American public toilets...#fail. I'd never realized how massive the lack of privacy was when you went to use one (even on trips back here..), but the past few weeks, it's all I can notice when I'm in the bathroom.<br />
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Sigh.~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-23550246172864004602012-08-24T12:12:00.001-07:002012-08-24T12:12:06.183-07:00Movin' OnI suck as a blogger. It's been at least a month since I last blogged-though I've had a post written for over 2 weeks! I've been desperately trying to upload photos from my phone to accompany said post, and it's such a struggle to get WiFi, that I'm going to forego photos for now, and simply add the blog post-with pictures to come later.<br />
So, odd thought it may read, imagine I had my act together & actually posted this update ~2 weeks ago...<br />
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Hard to believe it’s been a little over 2 weeks since I last
updated. We’ve travelled a fair bit
since then-and have hit a fair number of places along the way that we’ve
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18 days. 2600
miles. 6 States. Cities visited: Memphis, TN; Clarksdale, MS;
New Orleans, LA; Houston, Austin, and San Antonio, TX; Roswell, Santa Fe, and
Albequerque, NM; Flagstaff, AZ (en route to Sedona).</div>
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Between Nashville, and Memphis, we both really liked
Tennessee. Clarksdale, MS was
outstanding-not because of Clarksdale per se, but rather the place we stayed,
and the visit we made while there. NOLA
was…NOLA. It was a first visit for both
of us, and it oddly felt like being in Europe, and not- all at the same
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Austin was good fun-and has made me understand a bit more
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Santa Fe and Flagstaff.
Oh, if only we could retire to either tomorrow. Much love for both of these places-both Simon
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Lowlights…er..does weight gain count? <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> We’ve each put on about 10 pounds on the trip
thusfar (effectively erasing my weight loss from last year. Bugger).
But, with eating and driving, driving and eating…I’m somewhat relieved
it isn’t more than 10 pounds! But, it’s
something we’re both trying to be better about now..</div>
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Memphis was cool.
Though we were barely there for 18 hours, we managed to cram in a
lot: We were able to catch a minor
league baseball game, hit Beale Street (pre-game) for some drinks, BBQ and a
wander, and had a walk from our hotel over to Graceland (we were staying in the
Heartbreak Hotel, which was across the street from Graceland..hee). At $30-something per ticket, we opted not to
do the tour, and instead stood at the wall on the property and took a few
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<span style="background-color: white;">A random spot I know, but the place we stayed-The Shack Up
Inn-was recommended by my old High School English teacher as a must-stay, so we
did. And it was one of my favorite
places we’ve stayed the entire trip.
From Clarksdale, we also popped over to Oxford, MS and visited with my
old teacher-who did an outstanding job of showing us around. He’s been a Faulkner buff for as long as I
know, and as Faulkner is from Oxford, there were some fabulous things to see. Between getting to catch up with Mr.
Crawford, and the putter around Oxford, that day was a total highlight for me
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<span style="background-color: white;">There isn’t anything I can say about NOLA that hasn’t
already been said before. Our trip
centered around two things: Cocktails
and Cemeteries. NOLA is known for having
many bars/hotels that excel in cocktails-and I can personally verify this. In addition to the bars/hotels, during our
time there, the “Tales of the Cocktail” convention was also going on. Though it’s primarily an industry event,
anyone can buy admission and attend. So,
we did. And for $45 each, we got to
wander around various convention sites for 2 days (coulda done 5 if we would
have been there for the duration…) and drink for free-and also attended an
interesting presentation on ‘Russian Cocktail History.’ Note to self:
forget Mardi Gras and Jazz Fest.
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<span style="background-color: white;">The other major activity for us in NOLA was cemetery
visits. I love cemeteries. Always have (I get it from my mother), and
NOLA is certainly known for its cemeteries.
I can’t really describe how much I enjoyed our wanderings-we managed to
dig into two really well, and drove by a fair few more. <span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Similar to the cocktails, cemeteries alone could be a reason to go back
to NOLA. Wow.</span> </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">What a neat little city.
We spent almost as much time at the State Capitol and vicinity as we did
anything. Now I get Texas-er, a bit
more... They had to fight so hard, so
long, and so frequently for independence from multiple parties, that it’s no
wonder the state has always seemed a bit different from the rest. Well, that and the sheer size of the
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<span style="background-color: white;">Oh, and the steaks and BBQ?
Wow. Just wow. At the insistence of several friends, we
popped out to a place called Salt Lick, where they have an ‘all you can eat’
meat platter, and it was simply divine<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">. And the BBQ
Pit? Should be considered an 8<sup>th</sup>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Though we’d already hit a few places along the way we both
really liked (both as tourists and as possible living cities), Santa Fe really
called our name from a ‘this could be a place we retire to’ perspective. From the walk-able downtown, to the amazing
scenery, friendly people, *relatively* inexpensive housing, and perfect
weather, we’re both having serious thoughts about this being one of our
retirement locations. Event to the point
of doing a bit of flipping thru the real estate magazines. From the population we encountered, we’re
clearly not the first ones to think of Santa Fe as a retirement location, but I
guess the good news is we’d be in good company! <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">En route to Albuquerque, we took the Turquoise Trail from
Santa Fe, and that was simply stunning.
The highlight of the drive was a stopover to a place <span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">called Tinkertown</span>. My pictures don’t even do the place justice,
but if I were a parent, this would be place number one I’d take my child on a
trip in the area-the inspiration and creativity were just unbelievable!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Similar to Santa Fe in ‘ambiance’, but from a visual
perspective, it looks like I’m in Alaska.
Really struggling to wrap my brain around it. But am in love with the little city
nonetheless! Oh, and it’s only 90
minutes to <span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">the Grand
Canyon. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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haven’t been many times I’ve been with Simon that he’s been stunned into</span>
silence, but there were definitely a few times on our visit yesterday that
words failed him. It really is an
amazing place-and though it wasn’t ‘built’ by the US/Americans, there was an
immense sense of pride I felt at being there yesterday, and hearing so many
foreign languages, and knowing that these people sought out this place; they
gave up visiting other incredible plac</span>es in the world to come *here.* Go figure. </div>
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All in all, the past week of the trip has felt immensely
different from the first part of the trip. I think it’s because the first ~4
weeks were about getting *to* a destination and settling in-and though we are
still destination-focused, much of what is calling our attention now are on the
drives themselves-the in-between things.
It’s partially due to where we are in the country, but I’d also like to
think we’re now finally able to really appreciate the journeys and not just the
destinations (thanks, Confucius).</div>
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I’m not really even sure where to begin on this post. There’s the ‘returning to the US’ part of the
post, and the ‘road trip’ part of the post-and both parts almost have nothing
to do with each other, but at the same time my observations from each part are
most definitely intertwined. Well, when
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That’s really what the first 2 weeks of ‘The First Three
Weeks’ are about; returning home.
Home. Wherever that really
is. Some part of the US? London?
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Our first week was spent quite literally buying a car. I sold my car when I moved to London 4 years
ago, and as you kind of need a car to do a cross country road trip, that was
first on our agenda when we arrived. The
original plan was to buy a Manual transmission, but, one spin around the local
mall parking lot with Simon behind the wheel (for the first time in close to 17
years…), and it became pretty apparent that we’d be getting an Automatic
transmission! I’ve never felt such
stress in a car in my life, as I sat in the passenger seat as Simon jerkily
made a few circles around the lot-and it really stressed him out as well. There’s so much for him to have to get used
to now-different side of the road (if just mentally, as he never really drove
in the UK), the logic of the road signage-never mind the actual driving of the
car. Whew. We’ll get there eventually. And though, the original plan was that Simon
would be doing some of the driving on the trip (er, the long, straight
stretches of the road…), the reality is that it’s really not a good idea until
he gets more comfortable. So I’ll do all
of the driving, and Simon will navigate.
Then, once we get to Seattle, we’ll get Simon some professional driving
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In the due course of the first week of being back in the US,
I took Simon to <a href="http://www.faithnc.com/4th_celebartion.html">Faith, North Carolina</a> for his first July 4<sup>th</sup>
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This little town of ~300 people will swell to 30k during the
week of July 4<sup>th</sup>, and one of my dearest friends has grandparents who
live there, so I’ve been to the July 4<sup>th</sup> celebrations before-and
knew it was the only proper experience Simon could have for his 1<sup>st</sup>
July 4<sup>th</sup>. Faith did not
disappoint, and Simon really seemed to love the small-town experience (complete
with BBQ sandwich from the fairgrounds).
Good times.</div>
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Week two of the trip was spent with my Dad and his GF in
Myrtle Beach, SC. Myrtle was the summer
location of my childhood vacations, and I thought it would be a hoot to go
there with Simon & my Dad. It was
good fun, and it was nice to be in an ocean that was as warm as bathwater-even
at 10am! Simon never understood why I
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Other than that, most of our first two weeks was taken up
with ‘life admin’ from the move-trying to pay final bills, Simon chasing some
probate things for his father’s estate, and planning details for the trip. My father doesn’t have intertwebs, so it
seems like we spent a good 10-15 hours over those two weeks in the local
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All of the above aside, I would say there has been a bit of
the reverse culture shock that so many people said I’d experience when I
returned. Not much, but I think that’s
because what we’re doing now isn’t ‘normal life,’ so I anticipate that once we
settle in in Seattle, there will be more observations. Simon has made quite a few (which I hope he
will guest blog about in short order), but for me the biggest thing I’ve
noticed-and it’s somewhat tied to the ‘haven’t had a car in 4 years’ bit from
above: Must we be on our mobile phones
when driving?!?!? More times than I can
count, the near misses on the roads have been from people on their
mobiles. What gives? Must common sense be legislated? Sigh.</div>
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Savannah, GA; Hilton Head, SC; Atlanta, GA; Bridgeport, AL (just so Simon could
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Highlights: Savannah,
GA. I’m supremely embarrassed that I’ve
never been to Savannah before, given how close it is to where I spent most of
my life, but the two days in Savannah were perfection. Loved it.
Simon too. As in, ‘I’d like to
retire here’ kind of loved it. Great
everything. We stayed in this
incredible place called the 17hundred90 Inn, and were so happy to be there, I
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Navigation. I’m not patient
enough with Simon/the GPS, and need to get better about this, or we’re going to
fight every day-and I don’t want to be that way. As mentioned earlier, Simon doesn’t yet
understand the logic of the road signage, so for him to tell me what he sees on
GPS (as we’re not able to dashboard mount the thingy…), is frequently
misleading/incorrect, and causes immense frustration for me. Must. Get. More. Patient.</div>
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And Similarly for Simon, the stress of the last 2 months in London with his father's death/estate were really taking it's toll. We were fortunate enough to find a solicitor to take over probate just weeks before we departed, and now that they're in full action mode, there isn't much that Simon has to worry about (er...other than selling the house). Nevertheless, the move here-and the trip in particular- was the perfect opportunity to 'draw a line' (Simon's words) from that stress. I think we both still need another week or so to really come down, and then I think we'll be really ready to embrace this new adventure to the fullest.</div>~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-32054510470885754882012-06-25T08:35:00.000-07:002012-06-25T08:35:02.709-07:00The Great American Road TripOne week from today, we fly out of London back to the US. Though I am leaving behind a city and country I have come to greatly appreciate, and a job that I love, love, love...I can now say I AM SO FREAKIN' EXCITED to leave and start our road trip!!!<br />
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It's been a desire of mine for close to a decade to drive across the country, and about this time last year, I mentioned this to Simon when we started talking about 'how' we would make the move. We initially decided to be practical and find jobs first, but responses from that effort 6 months ago quite literally made it clear that we would have to be Stateside to properly job-seek. So, we then thought we'd move, land in NC, visit my dad, and take a week or two to quickly get cross country. Then you get reminded about how about how short life can be (Simon's dad wasn't even 60 when he passed away 7 weeks ago), and we decided-well, really Simon decided (I was always OK with it...) to take a proper amount of time off (2-3 months), and really make this a trip of a lifetime.<br />
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So, about this time next week, we land in Charlotte, NC. We'll spend a week with my dad-car shopping-and then go to the beach with him for 4 days. We'll return, do some laundry, catch up with a few friends, and then on Sunday, July 15 begin what is currently shaping up to be a 6 week drive across the US! We estimate that we'll arrive in Seattle around August 30, and I.can't.wait.<br />
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We'll potter in the South along the coast for over a week, but then once we hit Atlanta, it's on! :) Nashville, Memphis, Oxford, NOLA, Houston..that's 2 weeks. Two more weeks gets us thru Texas (Houston, Austin, San Antonio), New Mexico (Santa Fe, Albequerque), and Arizona (Grand Canyon, Sedona, Phoenix). Then we should hit California at San Diego, and begin 2 weeks pottering along the CA Coast. We'll then spend the last week in Oregon-before finishing off 2 nights at McMenamins Edgefield in Troutdale (where we got married), then make a last drive to Seattle.<br />
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If anyone has any suggested things to see/do/eat/places to stay for under $100 (that hopefully have some "character"), give me a shout-I'd love to know! I'm familiar with everything up to NOLA, and then I've either not been-or it's been soooooo long, that I need a refresher.<br />
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Simon is concerned about the heat & humidity of the trip-and up to central CA, it is going to be a challenge for him-er...and a challenge for me. :) He doesn't deal with heat very well. So, erm...if anyone has traveled with kids in the heat, I'd love some suggestions as well! hee hee...<br />
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Wish us luck!~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-52730598284490330792012-06-21T01:29:00.002-07:002012-06-21T01:31:38.262-07:00...and BreatheWow. What an intense 4 days it's been. I never thought I could be as stressed as I was when I moved FROM the US, and it turns out...I was wrong!<br />
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Saturday was chock full with errands, packing, and last minute details to get the flat ready for the check out guy to review (painting, replacing burnt out light bulbs, etc) on Tuesday. We also had our leaving-do pub crawl in Borough Market, and I accidentally doubled booked myself at a college alumni event for the first pub of the crawl, so I spent most of the alumni event being stressed about missing my own leaving-do.<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Sunday, we packed up the rest of our bits in the flat (movers had already taken most things the week before) that we'll use for the next 3 months while travelling. That was an effort in itself: I over estimated the amount of 'stuff' I was keeping-versus packing space, and there was a sizable moment of panic (in truth, an actual panic attack) when I tried to figure out how to deal with it all-what had to be packed immediately, what I would need for the next 2 days, and what I would need on Wednesday morning in the hotel we were moving into</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">From the packing, we brought all 6 bags to my office to store until we moved until a hotel on Tuesday night (our lease expired 10 days before our flights). And then we raced home to get ready to go to a friends flat who was hosting us and our pub quiz team for Sunday lunch. It was a lovely time-it's always great fun with that group, and the food was simply amazing, but around 6pm, my mind started thinking about all the remaining to-do items that had to be done, so we raced back home to continue pottering in the flat.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Monday, the cleaners came to give the flat the contractually required deep clean, and though they did a good job, they kind of broke the oven-and with the impending check out the next day, that caused unnecessary stress.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Tuesday...good ol' Tuesday. I was up at 4.30am to catch a flight for work, so that left Simon holding the bag to deal with the check out guy-and juggle the cleaners returning 30 minutes before check out to try to fix the oven (which they couldn't...)-and managing to get the last 2 bags of our things out the door, back to work, and then eventually to the hotel</span><br />
I finally got to the hotel around 11.30pm last night with barely one eye open, I was so tired. So, after settling in, I finally took a deep breath and relaxed.<br />
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That was just me. While all of this was going on, Simon has been dealing with his last week of work, a last trip to his Dad's house to deal with estate things, and juggling all of the bits from the move that I wasn't around to do (such as the check out inventory). It all really seemed to pile up on Simon on Monday, and he had a little mini-breakdown after dinner. He's made the mistake of not just doing the things that *absolutely have to be done* and is instead also trying to do things he *wants done*...and his list is too long. Simon is trying to wrap up all of the loose ends, and there comes a point when doing what we're doing, where you have to realize that there are loose ends that won't get wrapped up. Possibly ever. At least in hindsight from my US to UK move, I did learn that very painful lesson, and am using it this time.<br />
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I think it really hit him hard, so Monday night was spent trying to calm him down and tell him that all of the must-do things WILL get done. I don't like seeing him so stressed, and though I knew this move would be hard on both of us, since I'm worrying about him as well, I do think this move may actually be a bit harder than the US to UK move. The logistics are no different (generally speaking...), but I have someone other than myself to think about -and that someone has never done this kind of thing before.<br />
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The GOOD news however, is that when I got to the hotel last night, it did seem as if Simon were feeling better about everything, as he seemed more relaxed and back to his usual chatty self (he wasn't chatty the days before). And, this morning when I got up-and throughout today-I've realized that I am now beginning to look forward to the move, instead of dreading all of the things I have to get done before.<br />
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I think the hardest part of this life-change is over (God, I hope so!), and for the first time in a long time, I (we) seem to be breathing a bit easier. Whew.<br />
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Oh, and the picture below? That's 'home sweet home' until July 2. Good times...<br />
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<br />~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-56029226025536339682012-06-13T02:23:00.003-07:002012-06-13T02:23:55.668-07:00Let the Anger BeginI had almost (*almost*) forgotten how incredibly frustrating my move here was 4 years ago. I had almost (but not quite...) forgotten how incredibly angry I felt for the first 3 months I was living in London while trying to establish my life here, and had to deal with the endless bureaucracy. Almost.<br />
<br />And, then I was reminded today when I had to go to the Post Office and submit our change of address form. Oh, US Postal Service. How I sooooo took you for granted when living in the US-and for that, I will forever be sorry. I sincerely apologize. I want to thank you for delivering my mail to me (unlike my current post man who is completely incapable), and I want to thank you for not charging me an extortionate amount of money (or, anything for that matter!) when I submit a change of address form when I move. Mind you, this could possibly explain why you're currently bankrupt, but I don't want to split hairs...<br />
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The UK Post Office, in their piss-poor way, thinks it's OK to charge me £250 for 6 months of mail forwarding. £125 for Simon. £125 for me. Because we have different.last.names. Same house. Same address. Both moving. Different last names. And for that we're being penalized.<br />
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Given the track record of mail delivery the past 4 years (my magazine subscriptions 'mysteriously' stopped getting delivered....and last week, I took delivery of *all* of my neighbors mail-one of dozens of mis-deliveries...), I get the sincere feeling that submitting the form doesn't really matter-and we're very likely to only receive 10-15% of all of the mail that we'll be due.<br />
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Grumble. Grumble.~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-7531540671835890872012-06-04T03:07:00.001-07:002012-06-04T03:07:20.702-07:00Life As We Know ItThis is it. The last week of life as we know it. The movers come on Thursday to begin packing up, and will remove everything on Friday. At that point, the flat will be barely a quarter full-compared to now. That will be weird.<br />
We head out Friday for our last long-weekend in Barcelona-well, at least 'last' for a good while. We get back to London on Monday super late, and have our final leaving-do the following Saturday, June 16.<br />
Tuesday, June 19, we 'check out' of our flat-and check in to a Travelodge in Covent Garden until July 2.<br />
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From there, we fly the friendly skies to the US-and by our estimation, will spend about 58 days on the road. .<br />
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By my count, after Wednesday nite, it will be almost 100 days before we sleep in our bed again. Excited-and not looking forward to bad beds all at the same time. :)~kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012051767659804818noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568251064562970131.post-45648612228787422622012-05-24T07:40:00.001-07:002012-06-21T01:31:50.860-07:00The Return ListOne of the first posts I ever made in this blog was called <a href="http://anexpatinlondon.blogspot.co.uk/2008/01/list.html">The List</a>, and it was quite literally the list of some of the big-ticket items (sell car, rent condo..) that I had to take care of prior to my move to the UK. Well, it goes without saying that as we prepare to return to the US, Version 2 of "The List" is in full swing. <br />
I've come a long way from scratching out things on a piece of paper to keeping a full blown spreadsheet with color coded columns:<br />
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This is but a small fraction of everything that needs to be done, and I haven't quite gone in to full-blown detail ('final utility bills' instead of separate line items for electricity, gas, and water...), but I am nonetheless surprised at how shockingly different The Lists are from one country move to the other. Yes, there are some similarities, but not as many as I would have expected for the same general experience.<br />
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<i><b>It Was the Best of Times...</b></i><br />
Sunday, April 29th, Simon and I took a big step in the direction of getting ourselves back to the US. I've been really quiet about this topic the past few months, and it's time to let the cat out of the bag on everything related to this, as I have a feeling this will become a large topic of focus in our lives for the next several months.<br />
On that Sunday, we booked our one-way tickets from London to the US (Charlotte, NC to be specific) for a July 2 departure-just 2 days before July 4; Independence Day. Seems fitting. :)<br />
We'll fly in to Charlotte, and spend a week or so visiting my father, catching up with friends, *buying a car* (oh, that little detail), and then head to the beach-the NC/SC beaches are just some of the best in the US in my humble opinion, and I've talked to Simon about them for ages-it's time he gets to experience it first hand. From there, we'll take ~4-5 weeks and drive cross country and up to Seattle for our final destination. I still have my condo in Seattle, so we'll stay there until we either get jobs in Seattle-or up sticks and move to San Francisco (plan B). I'll bore everyone with the details on the job search later, and our travel plans-once we know what they are...but, that's the gist.<br />
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Then, Monday, April 30th was our First Anniversary as a married couple. I can't believe it's been a year already! It's been an incredible year, and if it's anything to go by, I look forward to the next 50 years with Simon as well. We splurged with a 7-course tasting menu (wine with each course) at <a href="http://www.le-gavroche.co.uk/">Le Gavroche</a>, and oh what an experience that was! We ate and drank so well (the best was the cheese souffle), and it is now surely a top-3 meal for me in London. I will remember that night-and the hangover the next day-for some time to come. It was a truly special experience.<br />
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Wednesday, May 2nd however is where life decided it was time to remind you how fickle it can be: Simon's Dad passed away. He had not been a well man the entire time I've known him (3 heart attacks, numerous angina attacks, and more trips to the hospital than I can genuinely remember), and he was in the hospital when he passed away, but it was-and still is-a shock to the system. I was in Dublin when Simon phoned my mobile at ~11am. As soon as I saw the call, I knew exactly why he was calling: it's just one of those things you know.<br />
We spent last weekend at Simon's Dad's house taking care of 'admin' along with Simon's brother & sister. Simon heads back up today to have a meeting with the church vicar on Monday, and then the funeral is planned for May 18. <br />
Simon is the executor of the will, so the past week has also been intense in beginning the paper chase to settle the estate. I've tried to help where I can with phone calls to various companies to request paperwork to wrap up this account or that account, but there still seems to be a fair bit to do-and I think we're both feeling overwhelmed at the admin-both for his father's estate, and as we try to wrap up our lives here.<br />
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The silver lining to all of this (I am trying to stay positive...), is that it has meant he's been able to spend some good time with his brother & sister-and, Simon doesn't leave the country with the burden of his father's health hanging on him. It sounds horrible to say-but it is the hard truth. Simon even recognizes that when he was to last see his dad in June before we leave could quite possibly have been the last time he saw him alive. And, once we land in the US, Simon can't leave the country for 6 months (part of the conditional visa/green card process). I couldn't bear the thought of Simon arriving in the US, and then not being able to return if he had to for his Dad.<br />
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What has been incredibly surprising to me (I disclose this in trying to keep with the true spirit of this blog), is the lack of difference in general approach/admin/details that seem to exist between the US and the UK on the topic of death and funerals. It all seems incredibly familiar to me-the process-and I'm very surprised, given how different other common things (renting a flat, for example) have been.<br />
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Where the US and UK do diverge on this concept however is in price. Before Simon spoke to the funeral director about the pricing for everything, I told him that I recall my mother's funeral expenses (all in) ran about $10k-and that was a fairly standard price. Given how typically expensive everything in the UK is, we were bracing our selves for a £10k price tag (or ~$15k). Surprisingly, the entire cost for the funeral will barely run £2k. Everything (coffin, flowers, funeral home...everything) is so much less than what it is in the US. Go figure.<br />
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