Transitions...

So I've spent the last 6 months kissing my husband goodbye as he goes off to work and go, well... no where really. Ok thats not entirely true, the first six weeks was all about wedding planning and I spent most of the time in the car with my new mother in law going to Southall for wedding related things. There were drives to the venue, meetings with the caterers, and all the little bit and bobs that wedding planning entails.  After the wedding was our 3 days mini moon in Bath, which was lovely! After that, Sudheer went back to work and I had to figure out what do to with myself. I spent a lot of the time going out on day trips to London visiting various museums. British Museum, V&A, Natural History Museum, etc.  I also spent time working on my video editing skills, watching tutorials and practicing. I also did a lot of reading and anxiously waiting for my husband to come home.  Then came the visa application, that took up time as my father in law and I worked on the seemingly endless application.  The day of the interview finally arrived and it was success! Britain is letting me stay until December 2019.  The day of the interview we had a celebration with a British lunch consisting of scotch eggs, quiche, victoria sponge and everything else my brother in law could find in the gluten free section of M&S that was British. It was a lovely surprise and an afternoon I will forever cherish.  He also sent me upstairs to my room to "find" his phone he had left upstairs.  What I found instead was loads of red and blue balloons, a mug, umbrella, and a wonderful card welcoming me into the family and as a resident of Britain. Needless to say I cried, I just found it so touching that they would go to so much trouble for me.
After a lovely lunch, I went straight upstairs to begin my search for a job.  55 applications and about 30 days later and I finally got an interview.  Part time maternity cover for a collections position at the Horniman.  I was a nervous wreck the morning of the interview and the travel didn't go nearly as smooth as hoped or planned.  The train was delayed, and google lied the night before and instead of only a 10 minute walk it was a 20 minute walk to the office.  Lucky for me my super planner husband had timed for me to get there extra early, which worked in the end to be right on time.  With blisters on my toes and heels and butterflies in my tummy I got through the interview and made my way back to Croydon via WHSmith for plasters.  I felt the interview had gone well enough but didn't really have any hopes of actually getting the job.
Imagine my surprise when I got a call just over a week ago offering me the position! Me? They wanted me? And while I am excited to finally be working and earning my keep, I have to wonder will I be good enough? I've been out of the work force for 6 months now, how will I transition back in? What is the commute going to be like? I've never had to commute further than a few miles for a job before. This is going to be clear across London! I have to take the train and a tube.  Both which still feel quite foreign to me.  I look at it as an adventure and another step in my transition to British life.