We took a walk yesterday and we all had our jackets and sweatshirts on and all the locals were wearing tank tops and shorts. It reminded me of spring days in Wisconsin when temperatures hit 45 for the first time in months and it felt like it was in the 90s. Man it was cold! Later I heard that Felixstowe was having a heatwave–that broke last night. Now it’s back to raining and colder.
I have been stressing out a little bit. I realized last night that I had booked our rooms, but there is a time-glitch. We have to check out of our house on Friday by 10 am and check-in to our place in London isn’t until 2 pm. My husband works until 5 pm. So…the kids and I and the luggage are all homeless for 4 hours. I messaged the person in London to see if we could check-in early, but that means that all 4 of my kids, 6 bags of luggage and 4 backpacks and I will all need to head into London by ourselves. This is definitely a stretching experience for me–and I’m feeling a little bit anxious about the thought of doing that alone.
I know it’s good for me–I never realized how comfortable I have gotten being in my own little town, my own little house, going to my normal places with people speaking words I understand and a culture that I’m familiar with. I know it’s England and they speak english, but it’s still… different.
So, here I was thinking the kids were the ones that were going to be learning things—when here I am being stretched out of my own comfort-zone into some very uncomfortable situations for me. I know I’ll survive and I know it’s good for me. So, I guess I’ll just take some deep breaths, say a little prayer, and march forward into the uncomfortable unknown, trusting that I will come out stronger on the other side.