Sunday, September 26, 2010
One Year Anniversary is approaching
On Wednesday, September 29th I celebrate one year of blogging on 'Cross the Pond (or Jollyoldengland.blogspot.com). I can't believe it's only been a year. A lot has happened since I sat down (plopped is more likely) last year to pen a blog to help me through my pregnancy and the move/transition to London. It seems like a world away. Here is that first post.
A year ago on September 29th that terrible Samoan earthquake and tsunami happened. My husband's father and family is from Samoa (not American Samoa) and his uncle went missing. He's okay but it was weeks before anyone heard from him.
I was seven months pregnant with X who was a big fella (still is). I was traveling to and from the office on the F train to Manhattan every day. How I managed those subway stairs is still a mystery to me. I can barely trot up the hill to the High street every day and I'm about as far from pregnant you can get!
We were happily living in Brooklyn in our large, comfy two bedroom apartment with the fireplace and GIANT washer and dryer. (Sniff...I need a minute to mourn these things).
The NY Yankees defeated the Kansas City Royals 4-3.
The Senate Finance committee rejected two Democratic proposals for a Public Option for Health Care reform debate (which I find interesting seeing how things are now for the Health Care system in the US).
My daughter was an only child. My sister thought her cancer was in remission, my husband worked every night - including Friday and Saturday, I was poring over boy names and Fen and I were already packing for our baby-moon trip to the Bahamas.
Since then we had our little man X, packed everything we owned and moved to London where we got rid of half of it almost immediately (remember the boxes?) . We're in our fourth apartment (and hopefully final). I've potty trained Cate, found her a school, found her a great nanny, several sitters, a ballet class, art class and even found a music class for X. Things are coming along.
It's funny, last year at this point I was full of wonder and hope. Who would my little baby be? What would London be like? I was in the honeymoon stage. Now I'm here and X is an adorable, good baby and while London isn't quite what I expected, it's good!
Who knows what the next year will bring? So raise your glass for a wee toast to 'Cross the Pond. We're one year old!