Well, I'm in London. And so far...it's not great. But, before you go saying all I do is complain (like my hubs has said about 57 times), let me explain...
Right now, we're living with his parents. In the suburbs. Two things that do not sit well with me. Now don't get me wrong: My in-laws are wonderful, sweet people who I love spending time with. But that does that mean that they are people I want to live full-time with -- especially in their home.
It's been kind of hard to explain how I'm feeling to Hubs, who seems perfectly happy to be back in his childhood home. It appears that he could let his mom make him cups of tea and wash his dishes for weeks on end. I, however, just don't feel comfortable. My mother-in-law has urged me to make myself at home, but I just feel like I'm a little kid again living with my parents. I can't lounge around in my pajamas on the couch or eat chips out of the bag. And his mom has been so sweet by cooking dinner for us most nights -- but that means I have to eat whatever she makes. (There goes my pre-summer diet!) Of course, making matters worse is the fact that I'm working from (their) home -- and there have been several days where I haven't even left the house. Sad, I know...
But there's a light at the end of the tunnel! We're going to look at potential flats tomorrow, so I'm hoping we'll be out of mom and dad's house and into our cool new London home in no time. Stay tuned...
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