I’m officially back in Germany and back writing my blog! After complaints from mine and Ed’s mum I thought I should get one published asap to avoid any more disappointment. So after about a year of planning and fussing, my family have finally set off on their great new adventure to New Zealand!
My holiday began with a trip up to Hannover to visit Erwin’s hometown nearby. The drive was 8 hours long but it felt like about 3 days in the end; we managed only 1 fight over subway sandwiches which I count as a win. The first meeting of the parents was quite awkward and I forgot almost all the German I know which amused Erwin greatly. But as the week went on it got slightly less awkward and in the end, they were really lovely so hopefully they like me. I also met Erwin’s group of friends who I got on with super well since they were all guys and we mainly just did shots together. There were many other things I wanted to talk about but this blog is already so long so I’ll try to write another one about that trip in the near future.
I stayed with Erwin for just over a week then headed back to England for the second part of my holiday. I landed in Manchester at about 10 at night so I pretty much got home and went to bed. When I got up in the morning there was still no sign of Ted and Trin anywhere until about midday. As per usual Ted had little to no reaction when he first saw me again but Trin was happy to see me and gave me a nice hug.
The first week back was mainly going through the house and sorting stuff out to be thrown away or packed up for NZ. I’ve got most of my stuff in Germany already so it was just a few bits that I had to sort out. Of course I had to have the usual tapas date with Paige which was hilarious and mental but I was personally offended that they didn’t have my fav thing in, the goats cheese churros (cut to a whole blog post about riccis tapas).
The weekend before we were all leaving the house we held our last ever Baguley party, complete with a massive bonfire which we built over the course of a few weeks. The party was half to say goodbye to everyone at the same time and kind of half to get rid of all our leftover booze. We got a load of Costco food which I think people were happy with but secretly they were probably annoyed they didn’t get one last try of Pete’s curry. The party was a usual Baguley gathering with just a load of different groups of people and all us Baguleys running round manically saying hi to everyone and catching up and also a bit of hosting work. At one point of the party I remember looking round and thinking how amazing and utterly crazy is this?! There was like Rufus the dog running around being cute af, a bonfire going in the field, a little fire going in the garden and just a sea of people drinking, laughing and having a good ol time. By far the best part of the night was my Dad staggering up onto the garden wall to give one of his infamous speeches. It was the usual rambling affair but still entertaining and heartfelt. But as this was the last ever party he had to get my Mum up as well to give a speech which was hilarious but lovely.
The morning after the party was on the complete opposite end of the fun spectrum. Ted was laid in bed feeling sorry for himself until about 3pm since he spent most of the night being fed every type of alcohol by my friends. Dad was up at the crack of dawn cooking up a load of fried breakfasts for everyone who didn’t make it home the previous night. It turned out we didn’t plan our time very well as that Sunday we had to clean up from the party, go to my aunts house for a roast dinner and pack up basically the whole house in time for the removal men to come the next morning.
Safe to say we managed to get it done (we packed up around Ted’s hungover corpse) and had one of the best roast dinners I’ve ever had.
Monday morning and all of our possessions that my family could live without for 8 weeks was piled up in each room ready for the movers to take. When they arrived I was a bit worried they’d take all day as they were just 3 old guys (over 50) who didn’t sound like they could speak English (they were scouse). But in 4 hours they had wrapped literally every single thing in the house and packed it all into massive boxes. Even the rugs and the pictures on the walls in my room were taken! After they had left it really felt like our days there were numbered. I was the only one still with a proper bed (it would be gone by Wednesday) and the rest were all on mattresses with old bedding and living out of suitcases.
Tuesday was Trins birthday so we went to Trafford centre to get rid of our pounds and fill up our suitcases even more. To add to the festivities, we had been invited round to our next door neighours, Kevin and Pauline. Every Christmas Eve for about 13 years we have been going round to their house to get into the Christmas spirit. Pauline is an amazing cook and makes her own homemade bread, potatoes and the main event… a gorgeous roast ham. We go round and first have some punch and nibbles, then to the dining room for dinner in which we always are the first people to cut her Christmas cake (even though its not Christmas yet) and after we play games and chat until its time to go home and wait for Santa to come! Of course this year we won’t be there to celebrate with them so Pauline invited us round for one more Christmas Eve, in August. It was all going well until we remembered that my Mum had recently decided to become vegetarian which meant she couldn’t have any of Pauline’s famous ham. We all agreed that we would let her off this time and she could pause her veggie diet to have some. But as we sat down Pauline announced that she had also gone veggie so Mum stuck with her and had some quorn sausages instead of a glorious juicy ham.
After that Wednesday morning was kind of odd because we felt like it should be Christmas. Instead someone came to pick my cat Pixie up, to adopt her. Since we’re renting our house out to people with a dog we couldn’t leave the cats there. Pixie is quite a simple cat (lol) so she was easy to re-home but Maggie was more difficult because she was over 15 and had lived in and around the house her whole life. We made the difficult decision to put her down and bury her in the garden next to our old dog Poppy just so we know where she is and that she’s not confused or in pain with other people. It was a really really hard day and we all miss her a lot but I think it was the best decision in the end.
The next day was the last day in the house and the day that my family were flying off to NZ. They were to be picked up by their fancy business class chauffeur service at 4pm and by 3pm Dad had finally started to put his stuff in his suitcases… Vicky and John came round to pick me up and say goodbye to my Mum but we ended up all sat round on camp chairs in the empty living room for a while which made it a bit less emotional. After an hour of waiting and pacing around their taxi finally arrived and the waterworks started. We had hugs all round and packed them into the car. I was sad to see them go but I know I’ll speak to my mum everyday anyway (which I have done so far) and they’re gonna have a great time over there and an amazing adventure.
I think because I’ve already moved out and set up my life in Germany, I’m not that bothered about saying goodbye to my childhood home. I know that whenever I go back to England I have my friends and their families to take me in and be my England fam. Special shoutout to the Barraclough/Wells fam for taking me in when I was homeless for a few days before coming back to Germany!
All in all I see my family going to New Zealand not as a sad thing but as an exciting opportunity for them- and a nice holiday destination for me! They are so brave (not) for doing it and I’m so so excited for Ted and Trin to pick up a bit of a New Zealand accent. I’m sure it might be tough at times to be so far away from me and from all our family friends and to be in a completely new place but all of us are always up for a catch up and a gossip on facetime. And to everyone saying how brave they are for going, I bloody left my home, moved to a foreign country where I knew no one and had to learn a whole language so yeah who’s the brave Baguley now?!