You know when you pick up the phone and you've got news to tell someone, whether good or bad. You either dive straight in and blurt it out mid sentence of the opening niceties or they've entered into a full blown conversation about what they did that day and you just turn mute thinking how you can weave your news into the conversation. Or in my case today I had plenty of opportunities but kept asking them over and over again how are you? how are you then? Soooo how are you?
I had good news to bring everyone today that we are moving to London for two years, back to London innit mate (sorry just getting back into character). Of course, the scumbag Sir Guilt of Expat Guilthood follows me around constantly so it was so nice today for once to be able to give everyone good news. But everyone's reactions somewhat caught me off guard because they all acted like they'd just won a bazzilion pounds in the lottery - I know I'm loved and cherished but I was still taken aback by how freaking happy everyone was. Tears, stunned silence, relief, people genuinely happy for themselves as well as me, I was receiver of all. Thank you Facetime for heightening the quality of this experience!
Weirdly enough, I've spent all afternoon feeling more guilty and bad about things...yes weird isn't it. Why?? Well after a cup of tea, an adrenaline chill and a period of self reflection on the sofa I've figured why
(1) we will be moving again in a couple of years; and
(2) that I put everyone through it all in the first place.
See, Sir Guilt can't even take one day off can he? Pest.
Oh yeah I just kind of dropped that in there didn't I - by the way guys - we are moving to LONDON...woooo!
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