Welcome to New York

It's March 25th and we arrive at JFK with no lost luggage. Now, remember when I said that I sold all of our possessions? Well the upshot of that is: 8 pieces of checked luggage, 6 carry-ons, a bored six year old (why can't he play his DS in the airport?!), and an overtired four year old diva-in-training - at 8pm, which could be 3am Aussie time for all we knew, standing like a private family island of hell waiting for a big enough cab to take us and all we had in the world to a hotel.

Note: New York cab drivers do NOT like exceptions. They like rules. And their rules say, no more than 4 bags and 3 people, and if you don't tip appropriately they have the right to start moving the car before you have fully exited.

So you can imagine how charming it was when my partner began argueing with the cabbie that, "the drivers in LA could fit us". To which, the driver crossed his massive arms and growled he wasn't taking us anywhere. Then we all got to watch in horror as Jonno started showing him how all the luggage would fit. Ok, sidebar: If you are not Aussie, you must understand that Aussie men don't understand "that won't work" or "that won't fit". If you challenge them on this, be prepared to eat your words. So, the cabbie was growling at him, he was yelling back, and then there's this cool guy who is kind of a cab line conductor (his own uniform and everything) who was trying to calm the situation. I then step into the ruckus and suggest that my daughter and I would go in this cab and Jonno would take our son and half the luggage in a second cab. The conductor is saying he doesn't want me to be upset (was my chin twitching?), so I tell him that I am not upset, but I just want the driver to be pleasant. Then, like the mother that I am, I glare right at the cabbie and ask him if he can do that. He nods yes but refuses to speak for the half hour trip in. Fine with me, did you know they have t.v.s in the back of every NY cab now? You get to watch news updates and trivial entertainment tidbits during your ride, as well as see a clear tally of the cab fare on the screen. Smart thing, really, it worked a treat distracting me from my colourful intro to the Big Apple.

Welcome to New York....

An Intro...Or, How it Began....

Hi. I'm Nova and let me confess straight up that I was born in America - smack in the middle of the country but as a dependent of a military lifer, I moved to more states than your country may even have. I claim Texas, but that's another blog! I have spent the past 12 years living the good life with my husband, Jonno and two gorgeous kids in the Land Down Under. I love Australia so much I became a dual citizen and, of course, had my babies there. Needless to say, when I married an Aussie and moved to the Eastern Beaches, I accepted I would NEVER move back.

We begin the day my Canberra born partner announces we "may" be moving to NY - ok, really this part of the story would be self indulgent and boring to everyone but perhaps me. So, speeding right along: HATED IT! Jonno was excited, the kids were curious, but I was devastated. I had a life! I drove a luxury 7 seater. I had a 5 bedroom house on the cliffs. My kids were in the BEST private schools in the country. I had lunch with the girls (or mums of the Eastern Suburbs, if you like). So after weeks of crying at the drop of a hat and selling all of our personal possessions, I boarded a plane with my other three giddy family members and prayed I would stop crying by the time we passed through L.A.