It’s been a week since the UK voted to leave the EU (Brexit) and it seems all the news is talking about. It’s what everyone wants to talk about here – were we for or against and what do we think will happen to us Brits in Germany. Bella and I are lucky enough to be able to benefit from Irish citizenship, enabling us to still enjoy freedom of movement whatever happens, something that we obviously support as otherwise we would not be here enjoying our life in Germany, and so I am not too concerned with Bella’s future from that perspective. For UK children I am sad. I wait to see what will happen, who the new PM will be, what negotiations are made with the EU, and what that means for my family.
For now though, I have other things on my mind. One more sleep and it’s the final countdown… tomorrow me and my girl fly to England for a holiday – to spend time with some of our friends – however next week she flies back to Germany with daddy and I stay in England for another week to start my full-time job. Never one to just dip my toe, I am leaping into this with a full week away from my family – as if returning to a full-time job and asking a stranger to look after my child would be hard enough, I won’t even be able to administer evening cuddles before bed, or read the bedtime story.
It’s going to be a tough transition for our family; less time to enjoy together, more shared chores and responsibilities, a Nanny for Bella to get to know. I know that it will be a tricky time ahead but as always I am confident that once we find our equilibrium again, our new routine, we will be strong and happy once more. I look at my daughter now and the transition she has made from England to Germany, the language she has learnt, the new friends she has made, the little person she is becoming and she has achieved so much already. I am infinitely proud. I am confident that we will make this work. Thats what we do – we make things work and we enjoy the challenges life throws at us. As the motto on our wall says – “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain”. I love dancing in the rain (probably due to me growing up in Manchester) – which is fortunate as summer so far in Munich has had plenty of rainstorms!