An American Girl in Oz
Posted on April 18 2019
Here's a little something you don't know about me: I'm American. While I spend my days drinking Organic Australian Made Teas under the skies of Melbourne (which have been more sunny than cloudy lately!), while I change my "o" to "ou" and my "z" to "s," I have only lived in this beautiful and remote country for three and a half years.
I met my darling hubby when we both lived in the mean streets of NYC *where we both moved the same month of the same year into the same building!* If you know anything about NYC, that's pretty rare.
After 10 years living in NY with kids, dealing with the subways, crazy weather, and overall crazy life, we made the very very very (did I say very) difficult decision to bring our brood down to the southern hemisphere where my husband had grown up.
Did I mention it was a difficult decision?
It's actually one that I still struggle with.
People ask me what I miss. Yes, the comforts of "home" but what I miss most (besides the over all sense of familiarity with everything) is my family and friends.
We didn't live near my parents--they were about a 6 hour plane ride away, so we only got to see them about 3-4 times a year. I have a brother that lived close but was very busy with work and school, another one with a family who was a 1.5 hour train ride away, and one that was a 4 hour drive. So we had each other, but I guess just knowing that if I really needed one of them, the possibility was there.
Sometimes it's hard not to feel like I live on an island in the middle of the ocean. Wait, I do.
It hasn't gotten easier, but it has gotten less hard.
With the incredible advent of FaceTime, my kids chat with their grandparents DAILY. My parents know their best friends names, what day they have sport at school, how they did on a test. I chat with them multiple times a day.
I never dreamed they would come to visit--I felt it was a casualty of choice.
But right now, somewhere over the ocean, less than 2 hours away now, my parents sit on a United Airlines flight on their way to see us.
I am so excited there are no words.
To find the words to explain how much it means that their coming (and we all know I can talk) wouldn't be possible.
Twelve Whole Days.
I've scrubbed and shopped and cooked, swapped the kids rooms, got their favourite (see how I spelled that) food, magazines, and done just about everything I can to make their trip comfortable and happy. We planned out day trips, and even more importantly, down time.
And to sweeten the pot, one of my brothers and his family are coming tomorrow!
My kids will play with their cousins, I'll get to show them the life we've built in this remote but beautiful place.
I imagine my parents as small children looking at a map at this far away place called Australia and wondering if that was somewhere they would ever go--to see the koalas and kangaroos, the southern cross, the moon from a different angle.
And after months and months of planning and dreaming, in a few short hours, we'll be holding them close.
Wishing you all a beautiful holiday weekend with much love,
Organic Mama xo