I hadn’t really planned my arrival to the UK to coincide with my birthday. If you want to kick off life in a new country why not celebrate the first of many firsts with a birthday. But my advice is, just don’t do it so close to arriving half way around the world as you might be a wee bit jet lagged.
Yep, it’s a bit like feeling hungover. Groggy mind, slurred words, talking in single sentences. I’m sure my family must have thought “What have we got here….”. But they mustn’t have noticed because they put on a gorgeous dinner and cake for my birthday night.
We had delicious home made fish and chips which was followed by a cute sponge for birthday cake. My rellies sung Happy Birthday. It was then cue for me to blow the candles out, but not before I wished for an exciting chapter of my life in England. Here’s my jet-lagged self looking like I’ve had a few…
It was my birthday, but to me it was also the celebration of the start my new life in England.
