The Bumpy Road To Australia

Things seem to be moving forward.

I am waiting to hear from Oz about the paperwork side of things. I still believe everything, paperwork-wise, e.g. visa's, are all going to be in place, for me going over at the end of June / beginning of July.

The waiting is awful. But what is worse is finding new homes for my dogs.

Arran and Jeri are now both with their new families. Both seem to be happy and settling in well. It is heart breaking, but I know my choices have consequences. I take great comfort with knowing they are with good people.

Now I find my self needing homes for Ben and Astrid. Family were going to be taking them, but now have decided not too. This comes after I have been crying for almost a week. I'm far too soft, but it is painful.

I would take them with me to Oz, I would love to, but simply can't afford to. I have a few lottery tickets that I am pinning a lot on. Fingers crossed.

On top of this I am also trying to sell my house, and all of it's contents. Nobody ever said emigrating was easy!

In actual fact I feel we are coping surprisingly well, but I wouldn't be surprised if my nervous breakdown was simply delayed. I'll be in Oz, in a Costa Coffee, sipping a mocha and I will start screaming, and throwing my head and hands about, with foam flowing from my mouth.