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This time next week I will be on a bus with Chrissy heading to London Gatwick airport. It feels so strange to think that. I’ve not been in the US for 16 years – well neither of us have to be honest. I am filled with so many emotions that it feels overwhelming.

I am super excited of course. Having lived a very hum-drum life for many years, this is a huge event for me. I can’t wait to see my family whom I love dearly. I’m especially looking forward to hugs with my mother, my eldest daughter and her 3 boys – I have 3 grandsons :O I would also dearly love to hug my son Nikkolas but that will be up to him. But just the thought of being with everyone is mind-blowing for me. I look forward to spending time with my sisters and hopefully getting to do some things with each of them to just spend time one-on-one. For example sitting and crocheting or knitting with my eldest sister Sandy. Maybe she can teach me a thing or two but it won’t matter as I just want the experience. Maybe go somewhere with my other sister Donna and get silly like we used to do. I could use a bit of sister silly in my life and think she could too.

I am nervous. In the run up to leaving, I am anxious about packing the right things, not forgetting something important and also getting household tasks completed – like defrosting the freezer! Ugh I hate doing that. I’m trying to be very organized about packing but think I have gone off the list a bit. I may have packed more than planned. But when the suitcase isn’t full what can you do?!

I am happy. Not something I am normally but at the moment I am so glad I have this opportunity. It feels good this whole trip thing. I feel I deserve it after all this time. There have been moments in the past 2 months where I felt I didn’t deserve it; felt I’d been too spontaneous and selfish for booking it. But now I am focusing on the love we will all share in person, face-to-face.

I am nervous. The whole getting to the plane on time is a source of anxiety for me. I know I have everything planned out but can’t help worry that mundane things like traffic will get in the way of the plan. Once I’m at the airport and checked in I know I will be able to relax a bit.

I’m ecstatic! I can’t wait for the laughter of which I’m sure there will be plenty. We’re all a bit daffy so lots of laughing is pretty much a guarantee. I love the sound of laughter – it warms my heart and soothes my soul.

I currently feel like I’m in limbo. I have all this stuff to do but am too impatient. I want to be on the move not held down seeing to boring details. I started counting down the days back when there were 50 to go but the last 43 days have flown by. I suspect these last 7 are going to drag on but I really hope not. I hate waiting for things to happen!

So these are just some of the feelings and thoughts I’m having. There are many more but I don’t want to bore anyone.

Psaryce x

To Be Young



Packing Panic!

Our trip to the USA is causing me to feel excited, anxious, scared, overwhelmed and extremely ‘responsible adult’. I have never planned a hop over the pond (or anywhere else) with such a mixture of emotions – especially not the anxiety and fear.

Oh to be young and carefree again! To go back to when I didn’t worry at all, just did it and went (usually at very short notice). I never had so much time to prepare for any trip as I do now but I feel I have far too much to do before we set off. 49 days to go at the time of writing this. Sounds like plenty of time on the surface but not to me. I am bordering on panic at the though of everything I still need to get done.

Maybe it is all the important stuff I ignored in the past along with the essential stuff that I have been organizing that has me feeling this way. Stuff like the actual booking of flights and the trip to London to get passports. Those are essential and couldn’t be avoided of course. But I have also applied for an international driver’s permit at the post office, investigated travel insurance and other such stuff that I never thought about when travelling in the past.

It all has me so stressed that I’ve even worried about packing! Me worrying about packing? No, no, no! That i just so wrong as I know I am good at it – very organized, very efficient. It is far too early to start packing! And I have all these days in which I need to be doing other things instead of stressing over packing! Yet here I have been intensely surfing the net looking at packing tips even though most pages all say the exact same thing.

For a start, I desperately want to overhaul the entire house. It’s not filthy or anything – mainly just disorganized and needing a proper old fashioned “Spring Clean”. I want it as close to magazine ready as is humanly possible before we leave. I have a harsh return flight schedule with 2 layovers and will in no way want to walk into a chaotic house on my return. Could really do with a cleaning buddy to help or at least keep me company while I work at it for the motivation. The grey skies of late are not helping to energize me at all.

In amongst all this planning for the trip, I also have the day-to-day stuff to deal with. But lately have also needed to sort out other life things like car tax and insurance for new car, blue (disabled) badge, bus pass, home contents insurance, etc. All that stuff no one ever wants to do but really must. Between the trip and life, I have been buried in paperwork (some of it in triplicate which just confuses me). So far I haven’t been able to sort out a decent way of filing all this stuff a most of it needs to be at hand for a while yet (not in the filing cabinet). This also adds to my anxiety as I am terrified I am going to misplace something vital and get screwed later on down the line.

And my health is suffering from it all. I am still sore from the London trip 7 day ago but since we got back from that, I have also developed other issues. The main one being IBS. I know it is due to all the stress I am putting on myself yet can’t seem to get a grip and relax long enough to make a difference.I tried soaking in the tub but even that didn’t work. Hopefully now the extra daily life paperwork has mostly been dealt with I can begin to slow back down again. I certainly need to before we leave or I won’t be fit to enjoy anything.

If anyone reading has any good tips for intense stress, I’m listening with an open mind and lots of gratitude!

Psaryce x

Nothing’s Ever Easy


So the preparations for the huge trip to see family back home in the USA are underway and there is an incredible amount of things to do. Step 1 is passports. Both of ours are expired and Hoovy’s only ever had a British one. So we made appointments at the US Embassy in London to get them … surprisingly the appointments were within a week! Then had to work out how to get there as there is no way on Earth I will drive to London. Train was far too expensive so ended up booking on a National Express bus. Just had to organize a way to get to the bus depot for 6am! I didn’t fancy leaving my car so booked us a taxi for 5.30am :O

Now I won’t go into the major crisis of Hoovy’s motorbike being stolen and the rescue efforts we made but to say that it was physically, mentally and emotionally demanding for us both. And it distracted us for about 4 days but it is back home even though it doesn’t work (i.e. I am now taxi service for her once again).

So after days of printing an copying and gathering everything under the sun I though could be remotely useful for our applications, I ended up with everything in triplicate but still felt I’d forgotten something crucial. The anxiety I was feeling was tremendous. Being 3 hours away from home and unable to go grab whatever I forgot added to the anxiety of giving over control to the bus driver to get us there isn’t something I wish to repeat anytime soon!

The night before our day trip, I settled into bed at 8pm after having packed my rucksack with all the documents, photos and lots of munchies for the journey and took a sleeping tablet as there was no way I’d sleep without one. I was aching from the bike rescue missions and too anxious and excited about the trip. Hoovy was too young to remember ever going into London so I was exited to take her and see her reactions. I managed to get about 4 hours of sleep before waking with no chance of getting back to sleep. I figured at least I wouldn’t oversleep and miss the taxi.

The taxi was early but we were basically ready. It was a nice smooth ride into town and I relished being a passenger for a change. We got to the depot with half an hour to spare and eventually boarded the bus and off we went. It was all so easy! I even managed to dose off during the ride despite the cramped space.

Then we hit London. That’s when it all went wrong. Traffic was appalling and all we could do was sit and watch the precious minutes tick by. In theory we should have arrived with an hour and a half to get to the Embassy. In reality we pulled into the coach station bang on our appointment time. To say we were stressed and worried is an understatement. But I had gone up and spoken to the driver and said about our appointment then a couple seated behind him said “Don’t worry. Our appointment was for 9.30”. It was 9.45 at the time.

Once off the bus we raced (well more like a slow speed walk for me) to the nearest tube station in the rain, got our tickets and set off. Victoria north to first stop, change over to Jubilee for the next stop then we had to hoof it about 3-4 blocks to the embassy. Hoovy didn’t like the underground too much. Once there things went well again.We got in, did what we needed to do then breathed huge sighs of relief as we left. We had 2 and a half hours until the bus back was leaving.

We meandered. We went into some shops just browsing. I bought a few gifts to take back home. Hoovy had a make-up trial at Nars in Selfridges. We found a lovely place for lunch. Then time seemed to have escaped us. Suddenly we had very little time to get back to the bus.

Since we’d already done loads of walking and I hadn’t really recovered from the bike recovery excursions, walking really fast wasn’t easy – especially with a heavy backpack. But I tried. I tried so hard. I was panting my legs were painful and shaky. I wanted to drop down and cry. We got the tubes okay but the walk to the coach station nearly killed me. I sent Hoovy ahead but when I got to there, the bus was just pulling out of the station.

She wasn’t happy at all. I think she was afraid we would be stuck in London. I sat her down and told her to wait there. I went off to the ticket counter and explained the problem. The lady was nice and arranged for us to go on the next bus which was an hour later. I was impressed that there was no extra charge! I pranced back waving the ticket as I approached Hoovy. In the end I felt it was better that we had an hour spare before getting on the bus. We got drinks and used the toilets and just generally calmed down.

Once on the bus the exhaustion hit us both hard. The plan had been to catch a public bus once we got back to Southampton but we were both so drained. During the journey I decided to just get a taxi home. As we fell into the house, I thought “Well thank fuck that’s over”. I rang my Mom and crashed. Step 1 complete.


Psaryce x


Days 3 & 4 in Israel


Oops! I am behind in posting! Day 3’s video came out awful and then yesterday I was out most of the day and was so tired I decided to wait before posting to avoid it being in gibberish. On the plus side, I did 2 videos yesterday so bonus!

Day 3

Wednesday (day 3) was a crazy day where plans kept changing. Yoni’s school is apparently in the habit of letting out early so Dan & I had to forego some of our plans to go and collect him. The journey was good though as I got to see orchards and a few kibbutzs’ plus the place where Dan & Esti get LPG for their van. I also saw horses! Here are a few pictures from that day…

LPG Petrol StationThe LPG Petrol Station!

There are ‘normal’ ones too but not with LPG.

KibbutzThis is part of one Kibbutz – it was across the dirt road from the petrol station.

Horses 1Dan took this pic – I’ll go back and get ones closer up. The Palamino on the right was so gorgeous! The mane and tail were shiny and beautiful and made me wish I could see my Hoovy riding it.

Horses 2This is not so good a picture but it is a dark brown horse and her foal. These horses were just around the corner from the LPG station so easy to go back and take more pictures!

Day 4

I spent this day at the Institute where Dan studies. It was an interesting day. First we walked for ages to get to the bus stop. The bus was a small van type but at least had air conditioning. A crazy drive for some distance and we finally got off and walked a fair way up the long drive leading to the institute. We were a bit early so had lunch. Dan went off to class but I opted to stay out and explore the campus. There are masses of Aloe plants growing in the plant beds – they are huge and I would just love to have one at home. There are also gigantic Eucalyptus trees and several flowers that I haven’t seen since living in America. Here are a few pictures of the plants and campus…


Aloe Plants

Palm TreesPalm Trees

Spikey TreeSpikey Tree

Eucalyptus Tree TrunkEucalyptus Tree Trunk

Palm Tree 2Palm Tree

Cactus Tree & FruitCactus Tree and Fruit

Football PitchThe football pitch

AuditoriumThe “Auditorium”

While sitting out across from the auditorium, I was watching a cat (there are lots of cats) and without me seeing in advance, a small kitten hopped up onto my lap! He was just a wee one and soooo cute! So I grabbed my camera and recorded him … PLEASE EXCUSE THE RIDICULOUS AUDIO – I FORGOT THE CAMERA RECORDS SOUND AS WELL AS IMAGES!

Roxy, Paisley & Muki


So far I have managed to take a few pictures of the 2 dogs and one of the cats here.

Roxy has taken to sleeping on my bed at nights but so far has always ‘thanked’ me for not chucking her out by giving me a wee doggy bat.

Paisley usually just brings me her bowl as I am trying to get to sleep – her way of trying to get some food out of me. She isn’t as cheeky as Roxy so won’t hop up onto the bed.

Muki is a sweetie – she does let me pet her sometimes but she just goes about her own business most of the time.




So there they are – I will keep trying to get a picture of Puki but he is a shy cat. I highly doubt I’ll ever even get to see Uza because he stays in Adam’s room and apparently doesn’t like anyone in the house except for Adam (including the other animals).

Day 2 in Israel


I woke up later this morning (9.30 Israeli time) – body is still on UK time. There hasn’t been any clouds today so has felt hotter but drinking plenty of water is helping. Today Dan & I took Avraham into the city centre for an appointment. We got there early so had lunch. I had something similar to a kebab in pita bread with humous, tomatoes and cucumbers – yummy! We then meandered around and down to the beach … it was gorgeous!!!

So here’s my stupid video from this morning followed by pictures from the beach … enjoy!

Netanya Beach 1The Beach!

Netanya Beach 2

Me on the Beach 2Me on the Beach 🙂