Since conducting my recent research on how best to battle Home Sickness, it’s got me thinking about what will potentially trigger mine (other than the obvious case of missing my mum and dad like crazy).
The faster I find my moving date charging towards me, the more I seem to hear the words ‘I hope they have this in London’ coming out of my mouth. Constantly.
Now I know London is not a third-world country, nor is it located in the middle of a lost desert or at the end of the world, but I’m starting to stress out that I may not be able to find some of my favourite things in life – mostly (sadly) centred around food.
I was happily working my way through a pack of dark chocolate Tim Tams over the weekend, and thinking to myself ‘My GOD they better have these in London’. What about fizzers (you know those sherbert-y stick lollies)? What if the milk tastes funny? The water will most definitely not taste as good as Melbourne tap water. Will the stores stock Milo (only the best chocolate drink in the world) or my favourite flavour of Nespresso coffee capsule? Do they have electric blankets in the UK? I hope I can find stockings in my favourite shade of tan. OH MY DEAR GOD WHAT IF THEY DON’T HAVE RAISIN TOAST?!! That’s ridiculous, everyone needs raisin toast.
The list is never ending – Vegemite, Allens lollies, Bonds knickers, the new Olympus camera that I’ve had my eye on, those cute environmental coffee travel mugs, it goes on and on.
Due to the fact that I only have a total of 23kg’s to transfer my entire life from Melbourne to London, I can’t quite afford to stack up on these items purely because I’m not too sure if I can get them in the UK. I need to CULL CULL CULL and much to my own dismay, bringing my own take-away coffee mug doesn’t quite fit the definition of culling.
I also often find myself staring off into the distance, pondering about how certain things operate on the other side of the world, such as gym memberships – how much do they cost? Can you pay week by week or do you have to pay per annum? Or mobile phones – what kind of contracts are there? Are they expensive? Do they have ‘caps’ like we do here? Will my facebooking addiction be included in the free 3G data?
Don’t get me started on bills – what the hell is a council rate bill? In Australia that’s the landlord’s responsibility to pay all of that. How much is electricity? And I hear that the VAT tax is 20%. That’s just crazy!
Does Stawberrynet.com deliver to the UK? Does everyone wear ASOS meaning I can’t shop there anymore? Can I still buy my contact lenses online? I hope that my GHD hair straightener will work with the power conversion. How am I going to change my iTunes set up from Australia to UK without wiping out all of my stuff?
One thing I’m not stressing about is my very recent, new found love of tea. I understand that the UK will have more tea than I can even feast my eyes on. Oh, and Nutella. Europeans love their Nutella – not that I can indulge anyway as it has been banned from my household due to my complete lack of self-control around the hazelnut-chocolate-y goodness.
My endless curiosity is probably the exact reason behind why I’m such a planner. Since I started writing this post, I have already googled gym membership prices, phone contract options and iTunes info. I have also managed to have a Skype-whinge to my sister living in London, who has reassuringly emailed me a picture of a tin of Milo in her local supermarket (phewwww, I can wipe that one off the list). I feel better already. I’m not sure if this much stress over silly things is normal, or even necessary really, but I’m willing to work with that.
To anyone who has ever/ is currently living away from home, what do you miss the most? Do you ever receive any ‘care packages’ from back home with a bunch of your favourite things inside? Should I dedicate any of my precious 23kg’s of luggage to bringing something over from Australia that they don’t already have in London?
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