The first decade

On Tuesday 5th May 1998, Hubby and I arrived in St Louis from London Gatwick. Most of our belongings had been sold or given away, some were in our oversized suitcases, the rest were sat on a dock in New York racking up fees because they’d arrived a lot sooner than we’d been told to expect. We moved into our first apartment about three weeks after we arrived. By then, Hubby was hard at work at his new job, and I had the task of figuring out how this country worked. Everything was different here, even the milk in the grocery stores.

Ten years later, we’ve bought a house, and we’re looking at starting the US citizenship process (yes, we are legal aliens with the paperwork to prove it). Not bad for the first decade in your new country!

5 thoughts on “The first decade”

  1. Happy anniversary!

    We’re lucky to have you. Now… when are you going to learn to speak American? šŸ˜‰

  2. And somewhere out in the vast wilderness, a desperate figure runs through mists and storms of the night, heading in a generally Westward direction from Gatwick, and *still* crying: “Come back! Come baaaaaaaaaaaack…!!!”

    [TEARFUL SNIFF]

  3. Go back? Not until their accents have been completely warped by life in St. Louis… and even then they won’t get away easily.

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