Two years have now gone by since we first landed in the UK. It seems like a very long time since we dragged our three suitcases across the ocean to this door in Seven Dials, but at the same time feels almost like it could have been yesterday.
So much has happened since then that I wonder how we’ve managed to stay sane, but then I know the answer. We’ve never been alone. Drew’s been faithfully, unmovable, by my side every step along the way and I’ve done my best to keep my chin up for him. Our family and friends have not forgotten us. New friends have embraced us.
This painful, wondrous, awe-inspiring experience has been a true adventure. In 85 years my grandkids might be reading this journal and find inspiration here… I can’t help but be pretty inspired myself; we are so fortunate to have had this opportunity.
Cheers to two years!
To celebrate, my sister is on a plane to London!! (Thanks for sharing her Richard, Alicia, and Elizabeth! I know that you’ll miss her very much.)