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We’re moving (again)

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Some of you might already know, but after 6 months in Montrose, we have decided to go back to Burbank, our first home far away from home… 

Many reasons to that, including the fact that Thia goes to school there, Sarah’s gym is there and my office is there. So, after several weeks of house hunting (and 2 broken leases), we have finally found the house of our dream, in Toluca Lake, home of various celebrities including Scott Weiland from Velvet Revolver.

Today is the big day and I will have to drive a big truck for the first time of my life…  

7:00AM: We’re ready to rock and just about to start moving stuff!

Pictures of the new house itself in the PrettyPix Californication  section.

More later! 

6 months check up

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Oh my God! It has already been 6 months! Well, actually 6 months and 2 weeks to be precise… Free time has been rare over the last couple of weeks and I have been unable to sit down and write about our first major milestone in the US…

So, in a nutshell, these first 6 months have gone at the speed of light. We have kept busy… Insanely busy!

It all started with the first hesitant steps in early Feb, the discovery of our new universe, including the hilarious first food shopping the night of our arrival, totally jet-lagged, unable to find anything we knew.

The first 24 hours were followed by the couple of weeks of insane discovery programm (one part of LA a day) and the major pain of paperwork in early March (and the vicious circle around credit and utilities), the driving licenses and the new cars for the both of us.

Somewhere in between, we moved to Montrose and went through the real adaptation phase and the first reality check. We were no longer tourists, no real residents yet, but stuck somewhere in between, learning a new thing almost every day (and this so far hasn’t stopped yet).

So, discussing this milestone with Mike on Friday, the mentor asked the pupil another one of his tricky question which was: “So what is the main difference between the UK and here?”. I didn’t even go over the usual cliches (weather, space, cable TV, large cars and fat people) but thought more about how people are, how people behave here… and this is on its own, a major difference between the new world and the old world…

First thing first: The layer of bulls**** or fake “Politically Correct” bollocks! It seems that no one here is used to be yelled at and finishes every discussion with a “have a GREAAAT day!” despite not caring at all how the rest of your day will be. Passed the fact that this sounds very polite, we tend to wrap every chat, every communication and relation with some kind of artificial sweetener, using numeral PC formulas, always going around what the matter is without really nailing it on the head. Why not calling a cat a cat?!? If someone sucks (e.g. a rep from Charter Cable on the phone), tell them! And replace the “Have a great day!” by “Thank you for having been so useless!”. If someone doesn’t understand after the 3rd call to the very same desk what your request is, RAISE YOUR VOICE. Let them know that they are making you lose your time and that it is time to go for plan B….

Plan B might be the other main difference… Or the lack of it actually! It seems that everything around here is scripted. Every request has been planned in advance and has an answer ready to come out of the “Book of Rules”. Even the barista at Starbucks follows a methodical plan and set of instructions. So asking anything out of “the plan” often results in a pair of starry eyes, a puzzled face  (or a long silence if on the phone) and a desperate need for a plan B, a place to hide and a hug from Mummy (sorry Mommy!)…

Speaking about Mommy, the last main difference to me is that it seems that a large percentage of the population here has been totally infantilized. They’re just big kids that don’t use their brains and accept every stimuli and set of directions given to them… TV is king (I won’t complain, it provides me my pay check) and media is gospel. Vacations are not an adventure or a discovery experience  but a trip to the nearest entertainment park where everything is predigested for you from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to bed. There is no space for self decision, second thoughts or non scripted surprises. And to make sure that no such thing happens, everything is subject to a disclaimer: “Achtung, Achtung, trying to dry your pet in your microwave oven might result is sudden and painful death of the animal”. “Achtung, Achtung, you live in California, you might hence experience earthquakes that might damages the content of your home!”. No s*** Sherlock!?! Come on guys, grow up and try new things! :-)

But to be fair, all in all, life here is pretty sweet and despite these slight differences (which can be sometimes annoying), this all experience has been pretty positive. People are extremely polite and helpful (a vast improvement compared to the average London Bus driver). Thia is enjoying the sun, the pool and sushi. Sarah is getting fitter by the day, thanks to gym, pilates and other physical activities and I love the new job. Next step.. we might move back to Burbank soon… 

One thing I am still missing though:  Footy and Rugby at the pub with Jef, Nono and the pack!

So here ends my little list of major differences and our first 6 months check up!

 

Back in London!

After 5 months spent in the US,  I am now back in London, in our Hammersmith office, for the week. I would lie if I’d say I wasn’t delighted to go back east for a week and see my old home but once arrived in town and passed the first few hours of hysteria, I started to realise that somewhere deep inside, I was now “visiting” London and not really going back home. Home is where the family lives so for now it is Southern California!

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But this didn’t prevent to try to see as many old friends and old places as time and business schedule permits and my first day on the ground was split between shopping with Mike in Chelsea, a brief visit to the office, the local pub attached to it, my own local and our old cantina (The Salisbury Tavern). No need to say that with the help of jet lag, I was dying in my plate of food around 10pm and went back to my hotel…

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Tuesday: Jet Lag: 100%… Lunch time food coma included! The highlight of day 2 has been a proper evacuation of the Soho House, where we were having the usual “last 1, 2, 3 for the road”. Out of the blue, the waitress kindly asked us to leave the premises as the Police had detected a car bomb in front the renowned place… So Chris is walking downstairs while finishing his drink, already accustomed to the British , while Dan is trying to get his credit card from behind the (now abandoned) bar, Mike is taking pictures from the street and I am taking pictures from the 3rd floor… Once outside, we noticed that a large portion of Soho was getting evacuated and the arms police was being deployed… So we simply decided to follow the advice and bugger off! 

Wednesday: Well, still can’t get over my jet lag and lunch time is the time of another food coma for me!

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Thursday: I finally have a bit of time and I am meeting with my little bro Jef tonight, for a little 1-2-1 in South Ken. Usual pick up in Hammersmith, quick drive around and we finally end up in a little French place on Old Brompton Rd…

Friday: Please see next post!!!! Started well… All in all… Rain… Loads of rain… Missed flight.. Can’t go to wedding… Staying with Jef… Couple of pints and a curry… A proper Friday night! 

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The funny thing about this trip (apart from the couple of problems we might have encountered) is that I couldn’t help but noticing few  things that used to make me smile when I used to live in London, some of them being things that my US colleagues mentioned as well in the past and that I used to simply take for granted.

The first thing is obviously the “driving on the left” part of the road experience. That did not took long to fade out but now that I am a kind of qualified driver (at least in California), the size of the street terrified me… Oh my, oh my! I personally would be close to unable to drive around London, unless I could get some training beforehand… I spent most of the week in a fear for collision (especially when driving with my Jef)… I guess I am used to the 12 lanes freeways and the 4 lanes streets and not a 2 way streets with cars parked on both sides of it, so big that it would fit in a  single lane of the 5 freeway! :)

Then, the Tube! Mike and I spent most of the week using public transport and I realised how much I forgot about rush hours, riding the Picadilly line. Which leads to another typical London view: Working girls in perfect working suits, wearing trainers and a little carry bag for their high heels shoes. Sweet!

While we are on the subject, the fashion over the pond seems to still include full visibility of G-Strings while wearing hipsters trousers (for girls only). That I didn’t miss!

So all in all, this trip has been bitter sweet. Really happy to see some of my friends (sorry to those I didn’t manage to meet, but we were on a very tight schedule), really happy to see my old home, but in a way, feeling already so distant of it… Sarah is next and shall visit Britain in November at the latest… I guess we’ll have a full report then!

Some weird things growing up in our garden

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Well, this is true. Over the last couple of days, some weird things seems to have grown up in our garden. So, firstly, our back garden seems to be now full of mushrooms… Not sure yet if these are OK or not, but knowing my young monster, it seems that we will have to remove these ASAP if we want to avoid some drama, as mushis are a favorite in her diet!

And then yesterday, we found this other addition to our garden, planted in front our house, next to our driveway…

So, a far as mushrooms are concerned, we know where they are coming from and how to deal with them but what about this flag? Where did it come from? And most importantly, Sarah and I are still unsure about keeping it there or not? If yes, can I put a French flag there on Bastille Day? Can we have a Union Jack for St George’s Day? If not, will we be seen as bad people? Will we get poisoned? 

Please help! 

Thia’s first day at school!

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Well, this is it… Thia is now a big girl and has started (pre-)school this morning.

The day started pretty well, early this morning, with both Sarah and I up around 6:00AM, probably more excited than our young monster. And for once, this young monster decided she wanted a lie-in…

The morning routine kicked in, with Jo Jo Circus on the sofa, sipping a bottle of milk, followed by a light (fruit based) breakfast and some vitamins. We then got her ready and prepared her school bag (little pink elephant we bought this weekend at the Grove, when we met with Jay & Nikki), not forgetting to pack her dodo (dummy - pacifier) and Pooh for the nap time.

We then took a couple of memorabilia pictures (see PrettyPix) and drove in convoy to the school…

Arrived there, we dropped Thia and as predicted, we were all slightly emotional and the monster refused at first to leave us behind… We finally left her on the playground, screaming and kicking… only to be seen a couple of minutes later already playing with other kids, having already forgotten that we even existed! :)

So far, so good… The reports I received during the day seem to indicate that she has already perfectly acclimated to her new surroundings and that she seems to really enjoy school!

Another huge step for Thia and another couple of grey hair for us!