Hello! Welcome to my blog.
My name is Rebecca. Depending on when someone knew me, I have also been known as Becca, Bex, Beeka, Bec, Stick Girl (during a particularly scrawny phase in high school) and, to my wonderful-and-still-embarrassing parents, Boo. This apparently derived from Becca Boo Bear, a nickname I still don’t understand the origins of, but have stopped questioning. (It is what it is.)
I grew up in the suburbs of Rochester, New York in the 80s and 90s. I had a relatively normal childhood, discounting ever so slightly for a strict religious upbringing. I joke with my parents that we were deprived because we never believed in Santa, and even Cabbage Patch Kids were questionable objects to own...although I’m not sure of the reason for that one. Maybe because they grew out of veggie gardens rather than humans? Curious.
Anywho, I remember telling my parents often that I was going to leave and go to New York City when I grew up – which they may or may not have dismissed, I honestly can’t remember. All I know is I graduated from uni and hoofed it to Manhattan without a single glance backward. New York City was like a breath of fresh air (I know. The irony...). I loved it!! It was scary and chaotic and filled with anxiety and the unknown, but the very first time I knew where I was going on the subway, it all clicked into place. I loved my five years there. I lived in the heart of the Village on Bleecker Street and although I was a complete workaholic, I played hard too, and I soaked up every aspect of city life. I was a changed woman. Never again would I live anywhere besides NYC. This was where my life was meant to be lived.
That is, until I was told my by now ex / then partner that he had accepted a job in London and we were moving. We’ll ignore all of the glaringly obvious problems about that situation that I didn’t pay attention to at the time and move swiftly onto the location change. LONDON. I had never set foot on English soil and was being moved – quite perfunctorily and with total disregard for my feelings about the situation – to Old Blighty. Luckily I managed to get a transfer with the company I had been working for, and I started to try and think of it as an adventure, but man was I nervous. I hated the idea of leaving all of my family behind and going to a place where I knew not a single person, nor had any idea of what to expect. I sobbed the entire flight across the Atlantic.
I hated London for the first six months. That sounds intense but I could not find a single thing about it that I liked; I found the transit system complicated and absolutely horrifying in the summer heat (there is no a/c on the trains!), couldn’t understand everyone’s accents (of which there were SO MANY and I had naively thought everyone would sound like Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins…). But then I made a friend at work, and she quickly became a good friend, and then I made more friends, and then I knew my way around and things weren’t so terrible. I still missed my family like mad, but once some blessed soul pointed me towards Skype things were much more manageable. I started to feel like I could do this. I could live in England for the next two years (because that is all I planned on doing, of course).
Fast forward six years later and I’m still here! I’ve left the insanely central and/or cool London neighborhoods that I lived in at first and for the past 18 months have been living in a suburban area just outside of London proper. I split from the partner who made my life choices for me and survived a breakup thousands of miles away from my family and my oldest friends. I met – and married! – the man of my dreams. We had a baby girl last year. I left my job of nearly ten years and am figuring out what I want to do with the next phase of my life. SO MUCH has happened and changed since I came over here, it’s almost impossible to jot it all down. All I know is that this life right now would not be, if it weren’t for everything that came before, so I have to include it when I talk about life these days.
So there you go. That’s me in a nutshell, and a somewhat brief version of how I (and my daughter) got here. I’ll be sharing our journey, or at the very least our daily adventures, so please join us – I hope you enjoy your time with us!