Tomorrow marks my first month of living in London.
Hooray! Let’s drink eat cake!
Our first week here was great in spite of being completely exhausted and not having Internet or a phone. We were so happy to be together again, excited about Mike’s new job, and fascinated by everything around us.
The museums! The parks! The palaces! We couldn’t wait to explore every bit of it.
After a few days, my excitement made way for the demands of daily life, which include dealing with businesses that close for the entire month of August, buses that may or may not stop for you, and the UK time table for getting things accomplished…
When calling to get our names put on the electric bill, the average wait time due to high caller volumes was an hour!
Well, of course it was. The power company our landlords set up only takes calls from 10-4, with an hour lunch break in between. That’s what it’s like to get pretty much anything done in Britain…
I tried to keep a good attitude about it, but one day I just hit a wall.
The emails from friends and family back home had eventually dwindled, and I still didn’t know a single person here. I was so frustrated and lonely that I told Mike I was ready to just take Avery and go HOME.
It was about this time that I found Heidi… or should I say that Heidi found me and through my blog, of all places.
She’s the fellow American mom and blogger that I mentioned in a previous post. (She’s the one who turned me onto online grocery shopping.) We swapped emails. The first was about my search for cooking spray.
(Apparently my days of cooking spray are so over. The Brits have no concept of it, but that’s an entirely other post in itself…)
Then, she asked how I was adjusting to my new life. I told her that I still didn’t know a soul here, but was otherwise doing fine. I just didn’t have any one to answer my stupid questions.
“Oh my goodness, yes. I’m here for you, girl. I was you nine months ago. I was lucky enough to meet the Embassy girls…otherwise I’d know nothing!” she wrote back.
The “Embassy girls”… That just sounded so posh and knowledgeable.
She immediately invited Avery and I over to her house for a play date. I was so excited to accept I didn’t care that I had no idea where she lived (or how to get there). Fortunately, she sent me directions and I figured it out.
Since then, Heidi has put together a resource for other American moms in London, put me in contact with some of the” wiser ones”, and even introduced me to a few of the Embassy girls (wives of foreign service workers)… and just like that, my prayers were answered.
Day to day life is still a major hassle, but at least now, I have some friends who understand completely and commiserate entirely.