When we lived in Osaka, my mom visited us there once. When we lived in San Francisco, my mom visited us there once. Now that we live in Buxton, my mom visits us all the time! Flying to both Osaka and San Francisco from the Netherlands takes about 11 hours, while flying to England takes less than an hour. I think it may have something to do with that, perhaps? And since October, when budget airliner Ryan Air started operating a cheap direct flight between Manchester and the tiny airport in my southern hometown of Eindhoven, traveling to Buxton has been easier than ever.
So my mom decided that her November birthday was another good occasion to travel to Buxton, and this time she took her new boyfriend Frank with her to introduce him to us. We were eager to finally meet the man my mom is so in love with in real life. They stayed with us for an extended weekend, lots of quality time transpired, the Peak District was explored and on my mom’s birthday the four of us trained it to Manchester. She may have turned one year older, and soon be a grandmother, but she sure still is gorgeous.
Earlier on she had expressed a desire to come baby shopping with us. So we browsed a baby store which completely overwhelmed me. It is amazing the amount of stuff the baby is going to need, or rather the store wants us to belief a baby is going to need. Home decorating wise, I am kind of a minimalist. I don’t like knickknacks, they only collect dust and create clutter and when you move internationally as often as we do it all ends up in the trash anyways. A baby will bring loads of clutter and chaos into our oasis of space and organization. I know it is inevitable, but I need some time wrap my mind around it, so baby furnishing decisions will be left for a later date. We did have fun looking at the tiny boy’s and girl’s outfits and wondering which kind we are going to need in about five months. All the Dutchies seem to be convinced our little one is a girl…
We roamed the exceedingly crowded streets of Manchester. I will have to remember that a Saturday during Christmas market and Christmas shopping time is not a good day to putter around Manchester. We did manage to squeeze in a few chill-out moments, when we treated them to coffee and birthday pastries at Starbucks, and my mom treated us to a Japanese meal. All yummy indulgences we can’t get in Buxton.