It's Not Me, It's You & the Summary

(York House Gardens, Twickenham)

Haven't you ever wanted to say that to someone? I want to say it to people all the time. "Yeah, really, it's not me, it's you." Well, I got to say that to the property management company we were working with, and it was actually a lot of fun after the two weeks of hell they put us through trying to get into the place in Soho.

Obviously it didn't work out. Obviously we spent more than we should have on hotels. But obviously we're still alive, and we're still in London, so we did find a place to live.

We're in Mortlake. Where's Mortlake? Exactly. It's a few miles away from London city center, in the southwest part of Greater London. We're wedged between Barnes, East Sheen, Kew and Richmond. Hammersmith is pretty close on the bus. It's definitely not Soho out here, but really, it's probably better for the kids that way.

(Twickenham)

Trying to get utilities transferred and set up turned out to be hilariously and irritatingly complicated. We went about a month without internet, which, when you work online, doesn't work so well. We ended up spending a lot of money on pay-as-you-go internet that restricted our time and data usage.

Another thing that ended up being irritatingly complicated was signing up Mr. A for school. As I type this, he still hasn't gone. He's going to be pretty far behind.

In the meantime, my grad program started, and I love it, but it is hard to balance grad school, work, the kids, the house, and time with M. Who wants to hear more complaining, though? I'm throwing up some posts tonight with pictures from our "missing" time.