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I have been living next to Schrönbrunn Palace now for two weeks and I should have a load of photographs of the place, but I don’t. The move was so tiring that to be honest we have done pretty much nothing for two weeks. The kids have been working hard with their Wolsey Hall school work and I have been – I don’t know really – trying not to loose my mind lol.

We are slowly getting into things though and I know that every single visitor I get here will want to see Schrönbrunn Palace so I am pretty sure I will be seeing a lot of it in the future.

Anyway, I took this photographs early one morning when I decided to walk in the park with my camera instead of going for my morning run. It is a beautiful place and at 6:30am it is peaceful.

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When the colour starts to fade…

Moving country isn’t easy. Well that may be an understatement but hey.

If you are moving from your home country to a new country it can be both daunting and exciting, full of emotion and lots of uncertainty but with a strong dose of adventure.

But what if you are moving back home? How does that feel? Well to be honest I wouldn’t have a clue. That is not something I have done or am ever going to be able to do. I no longer have strong roots.

What I have now is a move from one country that I learnt to love to another country I have yet to love. This will be my 10th country. How does that feel? Well to be honest a little strange. I feel like I should be able to do this, like at this stage I should have a routine to moving. But it doesn’t work like that, every move is different, every country is different and every time you move away it’s different. Pieces of my heart have now been left all over the world. I have stories, memories and history in every place I have been lucky enough to call home.

One thing I do know: I will never stop falling in love and leaving pieces of my heart all over the world, because the other option is not worth it. I want to live in and experience every place with my whole heart and soul.

So far two countries have really made me cry when I left. When I left Turkey I blubbered at the passport control officer, I was in bits and he was so kind and kept telling me that I can come back, it will be ok. When I left Tokyo and I had to sign the forms to say that my residence permit was no longer valid I burst into tears and the poor lady officer behind the counter had no idea what to do with me.

Every place I have lived has shaped me, changed me and taught me things.

So I am sitting here less than two weeks into my new adventure. Everything is new and not all the experiences are pleasant but I know now from experience that I can do this and a lot of what makes moving difficult is in part controlled by mindset. You have to look at the positives, the silver linings and the lights at the end of the tunnel. There are always going to be things that make you think “what the hell am I doing here” but without challenges life would be boring. I remember reading a quote once upon a time and it said something like “In order to tell interesting stories, you have to do interesting things”. So in these first few days where I just want to hide indoors I have to remind myself of this quote often. And suddenly one day everything will be again. The saddest I feel after leaving “home” for another “home” never goes away, but I would always choose the experience of living there than avoiding the difficulty in leaving and saying goodbye.

The world is a truly fascinating place, don’t ever be scared to choose the adventure.

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Weird place to grow…

Ok so I have no idea how this tree got to where it is. It bugs me, and everyone else just walks past it. Is it still living? Did they build that road around it or did it grow through? It’s just weird lol. I don’t know why it bugs me so…

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I think I have forgotten how to blog

I have got to the stage where I think it may be time to close this blog. I am not good at blogging, I forget for months on end that I even have a blog. I question why I think I have anything to say here. But you know it is so nice to have a little visual diary, a timeline with some favourite photos to remember what has been and what was seen.

Our time in Japan is getting shorter and shorter and someday next year I will be in a new place with a new view and how loads of new complications and commitments to deal with. I will for one thing be homeschooling both my kids next year too, I think I may have officially lost my mine but to be honest I am also very excited about it. Change is a good thing. Challenge is a good thing. So I am challenging myself to keep this blog and to make an effort to use it. To start over and use it purely for me. My space to save moments and memories. This is all starting to sound soppy now so I will stop.

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Team Labo Odaiba

Team Labo is a great place to spend an hour or two. Of course though this is Japan so you have to expect a bit of a crowd. It’s good fun though, it is a little dark though so if your kids tend to run off you will need eyes in the back of your head. It’s also really easy to miss a room or two, there are lots of people working there though so ask.

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Staithes by the sea

The first thing that struck me about this town was that it was completely empty, we hardly saw another person. With these cute quirky little cobble street fishing villages that is very strange. I only saw Staithes with the tide out, I would have loved to have seen it with the tide it, I can imagine it is like two different towns.

We stopped at the Cod and Lobster for dinner here and the mussels were delicious!

There is a craft shop in the village and it was a highlight, it had a interesting collection of very creative arts, paintings on stones, pebbles and twigs used with paint to create framed pictures, woollen crafts, jewellery etc.

Staithes in old english means “Landing-Place”. It was once a very busy fishing town with many boats but is now much more of a tourist destination.

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Robin Hood Bay

Some places feel characterful but touristy and then you get places like this that are full of character and feel completely lived in. This places oozes history, it feels like a town that has a lot of stories to tell. Apparently it was a bit of a smugglers town, bringing in alcohol and smuggling it underneath the cottages through interlocking passageways. There seems to be a few theories about the name as well, there is an old English ballad which claims that Robin Hood encountered French pirates who came to pillage the fisherman’s boats and the north-east coast. The pirates surrendered and Robin Hood returned the loot to the poor people in the village that is now called Robin Hood’s Bay. Honestly this village is just plain awesome!

We stopped in town (at this little white building) at a spot called The Old Baker, where the chef makes his own homemade bread and does the most delicious (and doorstop like) sandwiches you have ever had! We all had the bacon sandwiches, which were the best bacon sandwiches I have ever eaten, I am pretty sure that it is because of the chef’s homemade bread which he told us has only 5 ingredients, it is beautifully fresh and soft.

I wish I could stay in this town just for a week or two, wake up at 5:30am and take photographs of the town, eat in all the little gems throughout the village and sit and look at the sea. I didn’t stay or see as much as of this village as I would have liked too but I am so grateful to have seen it at all. Great place!

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