Chronicles of one girl's journey to London - from conception to eventual migration.

Monday, November 1, 2010


2 days after we bid adieu to lovely Dennis (whose tale can be followed here), my mommy arrived in London! I have spent the last 5 months missing her like crazy and I was so excited to finally see her. Qas and I picked her up at Heathrow on Friday morning. I ran to her the minute I saw her; this little woman with two very large suitcases! One was mine! The minute I got home, I went through all the clothes and shoes I had missed these last few months. Reunited at last! 
I had been very nervous about my mother meeting Qas. Over the last year, I had not given her the best impression of him. But when they met, everything was fine. In fact, by the end of the week, she would be defending him if I said something rude to him (always in a loving, joking way of course!)
Despite jet-lag (hers) and the sudden onslaught of a bad cold (mine), we headed to Birmingham the next day to meet Zab who was kind enough to drive down from Blackburn. This meeting went splendidly as expected and we even had the added bonus of Jabir joining us for an hour or so at the end of the day.

They also met a lovely bull.
Unfortunately, I had to work the rest of the week so she entertained herself. One night,I came home to a new rug, laptop table and groceries. Typical Mommy . . . no matter what age, no matter where you go in the world and how well you've set your own life up, your mother will always find a way to leave her mark. It is what makes them your Mum.
The highlight of our week was definitely afternoon tea at the Royal Garden Hotel. Cup after cup of delicious tea with sandwiches and scones and pastries is the best way to spend a Friday afternoon! We followed that with our first trip to Harrod's!

Dear God, those cakes!

And then, Saturday morning rolled around and Mommy left to go back to Toronto and her life and leave me to building mine. But she has definitely left me much stronger and capable. She reminded me why I was able to do this in the first place, and she has given me renewed hope in myself. I feel less lonely and I feel less afraid. I feel less stressed and I feel more inspired. That, dear readers, is what makes Neena Taylor my Mum.

1 comment:

  1. Tears.. this is why I never wanted to read your blog. I knew the feeling in advance.