A load off our minds...

We feel bad when people ask us how the house hunting is going. Although we are still looking out of genuine interest, it's not our primary focus. nb's Old Man is now on the mend, no more IV line, which is fantastic, though he still looks pretty unwell. Though 100 times better than he has in earlier weeks. Our thoughts have been with his mum & dad all this time. It has been tough on a number of levels. So over the course of the last few days we have told family when they have gotten in touch with us. If people haven't gotten in touch we kind of haven't bothered, the news will spread through the grapevine well enough we're sure. Our families are excited about it, though a handful seem pretty upset about it. A response of ignoring it and maybe it might go away has been the option for a few, which makes us sad, but we completely understand. Although we are excited, nervous, shitting ourselves and all the stuff that goes along with that, we are sad too. Though I guess you've gotta be selfish sometimes and do what you want. Though we've been given a condition - "no pommie kids! I don't want nieces and nephews with english accents!!". We'll see - we aren't discounting anything at this stage. Who knows what will happen? We might love it and want to apply for permanent residency at the end or we might hate it. We are giving ourselves 2 years at the minimum. If we want to come home after the 2 years, we will. That's the only rule we have set for ourselves, which is so unlike us. We are first borns man! We are rigid and like structure - what are we doing????