Dah-dah dah-dah Lim-BO!

Limbo:
a) to manoeuvre under a pole, most usually done by zany party people;
b) that dodgy place you learn about in Catholic school where God leaves you while he decides if you deserve to join him for all eternity in the paradise of heaven or burn and wail in hell’s raging fires and brimstone;
c) the state we currently find ourselves in living in London but thinking of home.

When we came here we bought one-way tickets as an incentive to stay at least a year. Now over four years later we’re looking to head back but that seems easier said than done. London is great but unfortunately not an option for us long-term. We want Romily to grow up knowing her extended family and I want a backyard, a dishwasher, and hey, call me spoiled, not to be sleeping on a futon in the lounge room.

Brendan feels the responsibility of having to bring home the bacon and in these uncertain financial times rightly believes that a piglet in the hand is worth two at the trough… or something like that. I’m a definite believer in quitting while you’re ahead and it’s frustrating when you’ve mentally moved on from a situation that you remain physically stuck in. In the meantime we are reminding ourselves that Melbourne in August is gloomy and are planning a Summer holiday, so should soon have some sunny snaps to post here. But to tell you the truth, as much as I’ll miss it, the blog post I’m looking forward to is the one that will be entitled ‘Farewell London’.

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Now here’s someone who is certainly not in limbo but moving ahead in leaps and bounds: