As my nearest and dearest well know I'm a real home bird, yet for some reason I have always struggled with this part of myself and generally counter balance it by pushing the boundaries of my comfort zone. Having said that, I'm not ashamed to admit that change is not something I find all that easy, and with it generally comes an overwhelming feeling of panic, which up until now, has seen me run to Pucklechurch (Margrave headquarters) for sanctuary. So when we decided to move to NYC, although I was ridiculously excited, I also tried to prepare myself for experiencing this feeling a lot. As expected I felt it when I waved goodbye to you all in August, I felt it again in November saying a teary goodbye to my mum at Heathrow and for weeks I even felt it a little when Jonny went to work every morning. So as I waved him off last Sunday I was fully expecting to feel pretty horrendous, but to my surprise the feeling never came.
Now that's not to say I didn't miss the boy - he is the mac to my cheese after all - I couldn't wait for him to get back, but I know that he more than anyone will be delighted to hear: I was ok. Perhaps it's because I've had Margot to contend with, or the fact that I've made some truly awesome friends over here, but I'm also hoping it's partly because NYC is starting to feel a little more like home (just for two years mum). So to celebrate I devoted the week to having fun with friends and I had a blast; from a trip to the Museum of the City of New York, on what was the coldest day of my life so far, to catching up over a pot of Earl Grey - with milk please - and a girls night in with pizza, wine and a tin of Roses. Heaven!
Once Jonny arrived home at the weekend we also managed to squeeze in a trip to watch an Ice Hockey match at Madison Square Gardens, or MSG as we now say - oh yeah, we're down with the locals. It was a college game between Harvard and Yale and on the subway to Manhattan we debated on which team we'd each support, with the loser getting up to feed Margot in the morning. Damn you Harvard!
A little deeper than my usual blogging style, I do apologise, but I am writing this with a tincy wincy hangover after Jonny's work Christmas party last night. More on that soon - be prepared for a feast for all the senses...
