It's all been a little bureaucratic around here lately. Lots of filling out of forms (thankfully lawyers seem to be handling the bulk of this work) and then waiting for things to happen. We did, delightfully enough, have to renew our passports early. That meant a new passport photo. Too bad I wasn't thinking about that when I got dressed that morning. Oh well, it's just five years, eh? Suffice to say, I'm not legally allowed to leave the country for the next two weeks or so as part of the requirement was having your previous passport invalidated. I didn't have plans to go anywhere, but it does seem a little frightful to not have a passport at hand. I can hardly believe there are people out there (quite a lot in fact) who don't have a passport.
In other news, I'm sick this week. I've been on the couch for the better part of two days now and am rounding the corner on this head cold. I blame children. But, then again, I'll always blame children for things. While on the couch, I delved deep into Netflix and came up with the film, "Love, Actually" and I'm shocked to report, I've never seen it. James swears up and down he has, so I can only imagine when he found the time to watch it...without me. The setting is all sort of London-y at Christmas which wasn't lost on me. I'll be there in two months and 23 days. I cried a bunch and I'm fully aware that I will cry most of this holiday season, being away from my family as we will be. London is exactly what it was in the film: a setting. In my mind it's a film environment or a tourist destination. It's not a place to live. I'm going to find it very odd, I think.
I suppose I could also share that we have a potential place to live for the first 8 weeks or so that we're there. The accommodations are all taken care of for us, so we've been sent the Marylyn Lodge to look over and approve. I don't really know what more I'm supposed to require, so this looks sufficient. And I did lose about ten minutes to Google Streetview already. Have located several places of interest, such as a Starbucks and one place called The Peacock. I feel like this will disappoint me, however I set myself up for it....nothing that's actually called "The Peacock" is going to be half as good as I imagine it to be. At the very least, the area looks like it will accommodate my stomach on a whim, but it's downtown. The point isn't to have a heart and soul, the point is to be close to the financial district and, in this case, mere moments from Tower Bridge.
Our yard sale is not shaping up as quickly as I'd hoped, but the interest is high. It makes me laugh, every person I mention the yard sale to has the same response, "Oh, you guys have great stuff! What day is it??" I wasn't aware so many people were interested in securing little pieces of our life. Thankfully we're taking the time to do a thorough cleanse shortly and now we have the added pressure of not wanting to disappoint anyone. It actually makes parting with my "on the fence" items a lot easier.
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