JUST over three weeks into our new life, we're on a roll.
Husband has a few interviews lined up - which has made him a little happier - and we're a step closer to being agreed to rent a house.
The paperwork involved in such a task in a different country is incomprehendible. "Please attach copies of utility bills with your current address... "Please supply references of good character from three Australian citizens ..."Please tell us how much cash you have in the bank and how much you spend on broccoli a week blah blah blah....
We don't HAVE any utility bills yet ..... we don't KNOW anybody yet and ........... we don't particularly go all out to fill ourselves up with the green wintery vegetable stuff - yet.
So. We continue to wait around for a decision on our future and idle our time away at the beach playing swingball and diving under the sun parasol for relief from the sun.
We're still in something of a holiday mode, what with going out for meals and drinking beer when we get home.
But this really feels like home. I feel at home. Thanks to mobile phones and Skype video calling, I've never been cut off from my home town. Although I'm actually dreading my next mobile phone bill, I don't really care what it amounts to.
You can't put a price on "home".
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