This is not what you think it’s going to be. There will be no new year resolutions. No declarations or goals to be shared. No new me.

Last year had all the new things; all the change. We left our life in New Zealand (again) to start life back up in the UK (again). We moved to a place we have never lived before. New job for my husband, new school for my children. New house. New sport teams. New friends.

It might well have been the most stressful year of my life.

January 2024, we began to move. A year on, we are moved. Changes everywhere. Postcode has letters in. Our bodies, belongings and dog are under a different roof. All our bills are in pounds. It’s winter not summer. We shop at Sainsbury’s not New World. Chocolate is not Whittaker’s. We are 13 hours behind not ahead.

All these changes required my full attention. My family needed my full support. Day-to-day life took all day, every day.

Six months into our new start, I am finally looking up to see what’s ahead for me. What is around the bend?