I've been at a complete loss for how to proceed with blogging. I'm going through a bit of an identity crisis. Is this still me blogging about setting up house (just in a different place)? Is this about being an expat? Or is this a family chronicle? I'm still not sure, but for my own journalling purposes I'm going to back and up write about what we've done and learned so far since moving to London.
I'll start with our arrivals.
Matt came over a couple weeks earlier to start work. He would arrive in the dark at our empty house with two suitcases (after working in Luxemburg for a week) . In order to lighten his load, I ordered a "bed in a bag" that was scheduled to arrive the same day as he did. I shipped it to his office so someone would be able to accept the package. Brilliant right?
His first night I got a call from an exhausted Matt. It was 10:00 pm and he couldn't get the front door unlocked. Not only that, but the doorman at his office refused the package so he wouldn't have a bed. After 30 minutes and several calls expressing frustration he got in to the house. (There are 3 different locks on the front door).
Poor poor Matt. It was cold here at that time so he spent a sleepless night on the floor with a shirt as his blanket. The next morning he jumped in the shower only to realize he hadn't packed any soap. Upon exiting the shower he realized he hadn't packed a towel. Ahhh, home sweet home.
The next night, one of the keys wasn't working. He had to call a lock smith and waited for an hour to be let in. Once in the house he went to inflate the air mattress so he could sleep in comfort. Well, wouldn't you know, the pump that came with the bed was the kind that plugs into a car lighter. He called me to share his frustration. He slept on the floor with his newly purchased bath towel as a blanket. (It was cold)
The next night I suggested he check into a hotel. So he went to a little hotel nearby. Upon opening the door to his room he noticed that the bed was tiny-- smaller than a US twin. Matt is a big guy. This was not going to work. I got another frustrated phone call. We discussed his options and he decided to leave.
For his first 10 days he had no sleep, no internet access, no TV, no furniture, no family and no idea how to turn on the oven. So Drew and I decided if misery likes company we should make our move earlier than planned.
When we landed Matt told us to take a cab to the Claridges Hotel. His company was having a conference and they had an extra room booked that we could stay in that night.
(beautiful flower arrangements)
It was beautiful! We ordered room service had a nice hot shower and got a great night sleep.
The next day we walked our new house where I have never had an issue with the locks.
(old elevator with a built in seat)
What's the lesson to be learned from this is:
1. Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.
2. Always be prepared.
3. The Claridge Hotel is a really nice place to stay.
It feels like we've been here forever now and we're all settled in.
Our first nights are such a distant memory--but I think it's fun to laugh about how different our experiences were.