The final nail in the 'let's move to Sweden' coffin was when we found out that - despite not being residents there/me having any form of income in that country/TSH not even having started his job/us living in Australia - we could indeed get a bank loan and purchase property there. This had long been our dream, to find a family home.
I felt exactly like Cameron Diaz in 'The Holiday' when she was walking down the long laneway to that beautiful house in the Cotswolds.
Exactly like Cameron, except I wasn't in designer high heels, I was in my knock-off Sketches sneakers that were built for summer and not cute snow-covered laneways in Sweden.
Five suitcases with 130 kg's of luggage, 3 car seats, 6 carry-ons, a double pram, a teddy bear, a unicorn and 'Pigga'. Everyone at the airport was super friendly and efficient and we were done and dusted through security at 3 hours before departure. We arrived at the AMEX lounge at 2.59 minutes before departure.
We would be stalking the property market and sharing our finds with each other. I would often be heard saying, 'well yes, it's nice ... but I can't see where my chickens would go?'. TSH would then mention the fact that I haven't been able to keep a herb garden alive, but I would remind him that our children seem to be thriving, so I was confident in my skills.