Tomorrow morning, April, Savannah, and I fly out of Manchester to Atlanta. It’s a strange feeling. Over the past few days leading up to the trip, there are things that have been going through my mind as we prepare to go.
- We have not been to the United States in nearly three years.
- We haven’t left the United Kingdom in over two years (our holiday to Greece in 2006).
- We return two days shy of our 4th anniversary of the day we first arrived in the UK.
- I begin to realise how comfortable I have come to live in the UK.
- I wonder how I will adjust to driving on the other side of the car, on the other side of the road.
- Savannah has been the citizen of a country all her life to which she has never been.
- She has never experienced heat like she will in the South’s summer (it will be in the 90s F).
- We will not be in one place for more than three days.
- Our trip will span from Washington, DC, to Auburn, Alabama, and everywhere in between (a distance of around 12 hours).
OK, nothing terribly profound. Oh, but one more recurring thought, ‘Oh dear god, we are on a plane for 8 hours with an 18 month old!’