Where is the___? Or keeping a stiff upper lip.

I had some time before our flight today and Josh is working so to make things easier for the kids when we move I decided to go take some pictures of the new 'hood this morning before going downtown to the Tate Modern for the Damien Hirsh exhibit. This may make me sound sophisticated and urban cool but you have the wrong sister for that.

In any case, I got off the tube and was faced with our new local grocery store. What better time, I thought, than to get acquainted? I don't have kids with me, it is a huge store, and I can get a sense of the layout.

It was pretty normal, and I was reassuring myself that I wasnt moving to, I don't know, Thailand or something (see, Avery, brands may be different but everything is pretty similar) when all of a sudden I realized something. There was no cream for coffee. (There is milk in bags, in case you are wondering. And fancier milk jugs.) I had noticed that I had been unable to get cream in my coffee during this trip and I relly detest milk in my coffee unless it is a latte. What was the deal? This is a country that serves cream on scones! It has a whole section of the store dedicated to pot desserts (which are not hallucinogenic, but instead like puddings, I think).

Then I found the whole section dedicated to cream. Creme fraiche. Single cream. Double cream. Already whipped cream. I needn't have worried. I will just have to figure out which is coffee appropriate.

One of my most lovely friends also lives abroad, and told me before we moved to Canada that I would have to be like a Mama Duck, and let worries and concerns roll off of me, because the kids, and Josh, to an extent, would follow my lead. It was while walking around today, after the shopping, that the nerves hit me. The "I don't want to go because it is strange and unfamiliar and it is easier to stay put" feeling. My friend's words came back to me, because if it is weird for me, it is even more strange for my kids, and I have to somehow model that I hate that feeling, the transition, the strangeness, but that the adventure is also super cool and an amazing gift we've been given. Very few people get to see the world in the way we have been able to. It doesn't mean it isn't hard sometimes.

For better or for worse, it rains a lot in London so all of those worries should wash right away.