We live in Melbourne now.
I feel like I need to keep saying it just to make it seem real, but as yet - it does not. Living in a hotel apartment bigger than our house with views like this probably has something to do with it...
This remains true, on a basic level...but I guess what I didn't quite count on is our children forming deep friendships with others. They are only four and two and a half years old, but both of the girls love and adore their friends. In a small town, in our close knit community our girls have literally grown up shoulder to shoulder with the other little people of their age - my friends and I cared for each others children like that hypothetical village we all talk about.
Whether it is, or it isn't, this move has been made doubly difficult by the fact that I'm not just pulling myself out of a close circle of friends, but it means taking the girls away from their village as well.
It's just life, and changes are inevitable - but I can't help but feel really, really sad for my kids.
Yesterday I overheard Sunny talking on the phone to her best friend. Not a real phone call, but all the same, it went something like this:
"Oh hi Claire! Yep, I'm in Melbourne...we live here now...don't be sad, I'm a bit sad but we can still visit each other. Did you know we have a new house? We couldn't bring our kitchen or our bathroom in the truck, but it's OK..."
And then this:
"I'm just so sad without you my best friend... Maybe one day if you don't need your house anymore you can put your stuff in a truck and you can get a new house too."
"Bye-bye. I love you forever"
Kids, I tell you. They hit you where it hurts.