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And we are back. \u00a0After a slightly extended Easter break from the blog, thanks to a great trip to the Peaks (plenty on that coming up!), a bonkers week spent with my sister, niece and nephews in deepest Hampshire, and two separate spectacular seventieth birthday celebrations for my parents… \u00a0Finally, we (and I am talking about you blog) can now get back into some sort of routine…<\/p>\n

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It’s been a funny few weeks. \u00a0 \u00a0Reverse culture shock (or a “period of readjustment<\/a>” as I prefer to call it) , as I have recently discovered is very much a thing, and has probably affected myself and the Small Boy the most out of our tribe. \u00a0 Thus, a much-needed break from all things computer was deemed necessary to try to settle back in as much as possible. \u00a0No break from Instagram though. \u00a0I am well and truly addicted to that. \u00a0And as I am usually snapping away anyway…<\/p>\n

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For all of the pining I did for the UK at various times during our lives away, to come back to a part of it (thanks to work) that I don’t actually have much of a clue about, have no real connection with, and which is, in all reality, miles and miles away from the friends and family we have missed the most, has not been the easiest. \u00a0Of course, in the grand scheme of life it is a teeny tiny twit of a thing, but for any other recent repats going through the same, I think it only fair to tell it how it is, or at least how it can be (so you can just take those rose-tinted glasses off right now okay?)!<\/p>\n

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It’s hard to explain, but it feels quite surreal when everything seems familiar, but completely unfamiliar at the same time. \u00a0I would even go so far as to say that a move to another foreign country may well have been an easier option at times. \u00a0 Here there’s no popping around the corner to see loved ones as per our previous UK life, no jumping in the car for a day out with friends when you now live miles away (and by the time you get somewhere, would have around ten minutes before having to drive back like a mad thing in time for the school run). \u00a0 And, I am not proud, but I have snapped at people who have said “you are closer than you were than when you lived in Munich” when travelling from Munich could possibly take less time door to door (especially when you take the M25 into consideration!). \u00a0Anyway…<\/p>\n

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As much as it’s not been quite the homecoming I had envisaged, and there have been plenty of times I had wished we were still abroad where certain things can seem oddly more straight forward (like getting an emergency inhaler for a Small Boy suffering from a cat allergy when you are miles from your local doctors – definitely a case of computer said no!), as the weather has gradually improved (she typed, completely blocking out a day full of hail, sleet, and gusts of wind) and beautiful England gets gradually greener (and bluer – just look at these bluebells! \u00a0I thought you would like them as a positive aspect in a rare not that brilliantly positive post from me. \u00a0 We didn’t get bluebells<\/a> in Bavaria, or in Denmark!!), there’s still a part of me that’s 96% glad we are back at home. \u00a0 When I think back to family celebrations I missed out on that are now obviously more in reach, and the dinners with friends that we can now say yes to on a more regular minute basis (even if it does take 3 hours to get to them!), not to mention the fact that I no longer have to make a fool of myself on a daily basis with a foreign language, all of that is obviously really lovely, and of course, we don’t have to stay here forever, I am just looking forward to when I truly feel “back home”! \u00a0 \u00a0As to whether we will up sticks (or rather when we will!) and\/or move abroad again in the not too distant future – watch this space… Failing that, there’s always the bluebell pics!…<\/p>\n

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No bluebells were harmed in the taking of this photo…<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Non-moaning Peak District posts coming up…<\/p>\n

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