This weekend, we could finally let our hair down and relax, after securing a fabulous flat and being on the receiving end of our own Christmas miracle - having our daughter get accepted to a school about 4 blocks from fab flat. As my Londoner friend commented, I couldn't have planned that better had I tried. With the air let out of my balloon of angst, it felt joyous to watch my daughter ride the Christmas Carousel, to take her to visit Father Christmas a.k.a. Santa in his "grotto" (that's where you visit him in the UK), and to spend the day at the Christmas market in Bath today. This picture of her on the carousel is exactly how I've been feeling.
I knew this was going to be tough before it was easy. I had much fear of the unknown. I don't do well with uncertainty (must. plan. ahead.), or disruption of routine (yoga? when? poor 5 year old has been with me, every step of the way. So how much did I love coming across accepting what is
on elephant journal? very much.). But damn it, I feel like I just climbed a mountain, and even if it wasn't all graceful, I got to the top. And from here on out, my hope is to share my American Cowgirl in London adventures with you. Let the games begin. Yeehaw & Namaste.