Here I am

No, I haven't died or stumbled off the face of the planet (which, I assume, would amount to the same thing), I am resolutely and definitely here, it's just that when life gets going, blogging kinda drops to the bottom of my list of priorities (which means, I imagine, that I'm not and never will be a true 'blogger').

Anyway, in the past month I got a job, hosted a housewarming party for 50 people (and fed all of these people a 3 course meal), submitted my novel to a swarm of scary publishers and started my newly attained job.

I'm tired.

But I'm also feeling thankful and very humble. I started this move to America with a list of necessities - things that I felt had to happen in order for me to settle and feel properly at home here. These were:
- Proper friends who, if and when necessary, I could call at a moment's notice and demand wine and a hug.
- A home without mold in the bathroom and a spare bedroom for visiting friends and family
- The ability to drive
- A job where I felt I was contributing something to the world and which gave me sufficient time and flexibility to visit England.

I have been given all of these things and more. My marriage continually surprises me in its capacity for joy. My house has not one but two bathrooms without mold and three whole spare bedrooms for visiting Englanders (and new yorkers / norwegians / californians etc etc). My friends are people who will be friends for ever more, no matter which continent I live on. And somehow in the midst of all of this I've managed to write a book which is this very second being appraised by people who may well reject it, but also might not.

I am blessed, and in my moments of anxiety and fear I run through this list in my head to remind myself to trust and believe and be calm. I do not mean any of this as a boast or a 'yay me' - more as a phew and a thank god, as well as a thanks to all of you for your patience with my moaning. It's nearly winter so no doubt there'll be some more to come.

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