This kind of sucks

I don’t know where else to write this.  But, I know that when I’m feeling frustrated or sad or overwhelmed with almost any emotion, writing is the best way for me to deal with how I feel.  So, I’ll write here.  I get this compulsive need to write from my dad.  He’ll get it.

This is HARD.  Leaving Sydney is so f**king hard.  We’re happy here. Incredibly happy.  Our daughter is happy here.  This is literally all she knows.  And it’s SO good.  Our lives here are wonderful.  We don’t have a house, we drive a fairly old car, we don’t have fancy clothes or shoes or toys.  But, we can travel.  We have playgroups and parks and beaches (oh, the beaches!) and friends.

Y’all.  We have the most incredible friends.  Georgia has the most wonderful group of little friends and most of their parents are our big friends and they are uniformly deeply good people.  When you’re an expat you have to find people to fill the gaps left by not being near family.  And, whilst we miss our family almost painfully and are literally moving around the world to be with them right now, the family of friends that we’ve got here is significant and special and have helped us get through these first three years of parenthood.  I cannot overstate the importance of these people in our lives.

We didn’t plan this.  In early 2005, when Andy got a job offer from KPMG in Sydney, we assumed we’d come over, have a two year adventure and go back home to lives that we knew.  Now, eleven years later, THIS is the life that we know.  And sometimes moving home scares the absolute crap out of me.

But.  But, our families.  I get short of breath when I think about how much I miss them.  How happy Georgia is when she’s playing with her cousins.  I literally CRAVE camping trips with my brother and baseball games with my dad and my father-in-law’s bad jokes and good banana pudding.

So, we pack.  And we sell furniture.  And we ship boxes and we say goodbye.  And it will all be ok.  I know it will.  But, right now, in our apartment with 75% of the furniture missing, with dinner in the oven and Spring rain falling outside, it hurts like hell.

It’s a lot of work

You know what’s a lot of work?  Organising an international move for your family.  You know what else is a lot of work?  Organising three months of travel for your family.  You know what ELSE is a lot of work?  Being a stay-at-home mom to an energetic, dramatic and slightly-too-clever three year old.

So, forgive me if I forgot to mention in my last post where we’re actually GOING when we leave Sydney.  I’ve got a lot going on right now.

My pile of Planning Crap. It's more organised than it looks.

My pile of Planning Crap. It’s more organised than it looks.

To answer the question that many of you asked, when we depart these fair shores we’re heading to Japan for a few weeks with my parents, then Andy, Georgia and I will fly from Tokyo to London and spend about a month around the UK with friends.  Then, in the new year, we’re off to The Netherlands to spend time with more friends.  We’re also hoping to tack on a long weekend in Germany or Luxembourg, and possibly some time in Scotland and Ireland if time and budget permits.

See!!?? That’s a lot to plan!  Then you add in booking moving companies, selling furniture and the car, determining what to pack for the trip versus what to send on to America, cancelling a thousand bills, organising apartment inspections and travel insurance and doctor check ups and about 99 other things that I’m sure I’m forgetting and you can see that it gets a bit full on and we’re eating a lot of take-away pizza right now because Mama is burnt out by 6pm and I’ve already emptied out and cleaned the pantry.

All of which OBVIOUSLY explains why I’m sitting here typing away on our little blog whilst having an apple and a nice cuppa instead of tackling my 72 item to do list for the day.

I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining, because I’m SO not.  I’m in my element!  The Type-A Planner in me is LOVING all the notes and lists and Andy even drew me a bubble chart because he knows how much that turns me on.

Have you ever seen anything so sexy?

Have you ever seen anything so sexy?

If you guys have any tips or recommendations for things to see in any of the places we’re traveling, please let me know.  We’ve been to all these places before, but never with Georgia so it’s a whole new thing.  I’ll do a post next week about some of the things we bring on the plane to keep her happy and occupied for 24 hours in a tuna can, so let me know if you’ve got specific questions around that and I’ll try to cover them.

Oh.  Look at that.  I finished my tea.  Guess I’ll go be productive now…

Here we go again!

Facebook just reminded me that five years ago Andy and I were in Corioco, Bolivia and I published a post on this blog about our adventures on Isla del Sol in Lake Titicaca.  Thanks, Facebook!  As I sit here now, five years later, surveying our crumb-covered apartment in Sydney, listening to our neighbour spend 90 minutes mowing his 3ft x 3ft patch of garden (how long does it take??) and wondering what our little girl is doing at playschool right this minute, I cannot help but think, “My, oh my.  Hasn’t our world changed?”


For those of you who followed along with our blog during the year that Andy and I traveled the world, welcome back!  Let me catch you up….

“Previously on Abercrombies Abroad… Andy and SarahKate returned to Sydney after an adventure-packed year of travel, got an apartment, got jobs, got pregnant, got a different apartment, left jobs (just SK, really), got a baby daughter, got super happy in Sydney, took baby daughter on lots of fun trips and ultimately decided to move back to America for a few years.”



So, that’s where we are.  Andy’s at work, little Georgia is at playschool, I’m at home where I’m meant to be listing our furniture to sell online and booking flights and travel insurance, but instead I’m reviving a blog that no one but my mum and dad will read (hi, guys!)



We’re leaving our beloved Sydney after another amazing stint living here.  We’ve been living abroad for almost 12 years now and moving home to the US was not an easy decision.  In fact, if you’d asked us 3 years ago we’d have told you we were never moving back.  I mean, we named our daughter Georgia.  You just don’t DO THAT if you’re planning to move to Georgia!  (facepalm)  But, there’s something magical about seeing our girl with her grandparents and cousins and having that warm family embrace and also access to free babysitters oh my God why are babysitters so expensive I haven’t left the house in months grandparents are the best come take my kid.



But, ya’ll know us!  We are not just going straight from Sydney to Atlanta.  Instead, we’re hitting the road!  For 3 months!  To 3 different continents!  With a 3 year old in tow!  We’re totally bonkers!  Send wine!

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So, I thought I’d revive this blog to document this trip.  Georgia has already traveled a lot (I think she’s been on about 28 flights in her 3 years on Earth) and we’ve learned a ton from our experiences on the road with her so far.  I’m frequently asked for tips about traveling with a kid.  I thought this blog would be a great place to cover where we’re going, what we’re seeing and what we’re learning.

Welcome back!