It’s not all puppy dogs and rainbows. I am spent. This is hard work. We are busy and we’re making loads of friends, but it doesn’t just fall into ‘ones’ lap.
I turn up to random events, hoping someone will talk to me, hoping against all hope that I’ll be able to understand them.
I make strained conversations with people I have never met, potentially have nothing in common with, may very well never see again and can sometimes hardly understand. I have to give a backstory to everything I ever say.
I accept all invitations to kindy gym, the the kinderborderij, to family events, to music class, to cooking class, to drinks with the girls in a pub on the other side of town where I have to cycle through a town I don’t know, in the dark.
Is it worth it? TOTALLY!
I am making solid friendships. These ladies are welcoming and sweet and understanding and super inclusive.
You only get back, what you put in – it’s bloody hard work. I’m proud of me, I am proud of Anneke adapting, I’m proud of Dave going to the ‘boys bowling night’.
Never ever estimate how hard we worked at making this happen.