It’s almost twelve years now since I moved to Australia, so I have spent two thirds of my life in England and one third here. Initially, I only came here as a tourist, but then I met my future husband and simply didn’t go home. It was a bit more complicated than that, of course, involving a lengthy, and sometimes stressful, immigration process, but eventually, once it was certain I could stay permanently, I had to shift my life to the other side of the world. I’d been living with my parents still back in England, and all my things remained at their house. It wasn’t until late 2009, when I made my first trip back (with hubby), that I could organise to have my possessions shipped to my new home.
