|Arrival in Sydney- 2 kids, 9 suitcases|
|Exploring Balmoral Beach for the first time.|
We've visited 9 countries on three continents. Always with our kids.
We've grown exceptionally close as a family. We welcomed a new baby.
We've started new schools and new jobs and handled the transitions remarkably well.
One of us became an expert at assembling IKEA furniture.
I still complain about the ridiculous 4-wheel-drive shopping trolleys that are impossible to steer. (Haven't any of these grocery store execs been to America and seen the beauty of our 2-wheel-drive carts?).
We regularly use words like "rubbish" and "brilliant" and I can't help but smile when my 5 year old asks to climb into the car "through the boot."
I can drive on the left, think in kilometres, and know that 21 degrees feels just right.
We're experts at using public transportation, navigating ferries, buses, trains and the tube with familiarity and ease.
We've cuddled koalas and fed kangaroos. Snorkeled the Great Barrier Reef and seen the rugged coastline of Tasmania. We've visited Europe's castles and cathedrals and museums and monuments.
We've learned about history, and architecture, and art. And along the way I've learned something about myself too. I'm more adventurous than I thought I was three years ago. I'm more confident. I'm willing to try new things and put myself in new situations. This is one of the beautiful gifts that comes with being an expat.
|Exploring Hampton Court Palace on one of our first UK Adventures|