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Moving - W/M - G
Title: Moving
Author: shocolate
Pairing: Wendell/Monica
Words: 328
Rating: PG

Just a tiny ficlet to wish mad_maudlin the best of luck in the Former Soviet Republics.

The rest of you can ignore it – apparently, according to her answer to my poll, they are Maud’s favourite canon couple…


Moving
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You might think that upping sticks and moving half way round the world would be traumatic, but not when it’s something you’ve always dreamt of.

No matter that the view of suburban streets and grey skies from our windows has been replaced with a deep blue ocean that stretches to the horizon – the horizon that shows the curve of the earth.

Ever since we were first married, and working in NHS practices at opposite ends of town, we talked of moving to Australia. And each year, as we booked our holidays in the Greek Islands, or Tuscany, each year we looked at brochures showing oceans and deserts and rainforests and coral reefs, and announced that this could be the year.

And then we set up our own practise, and it grew, and we spent too many hours working, and we had no children to rush home to, and we spent less and less time together.

But this year Monica put her foot down.

What were we working for?

I was edging towards fifty, and the disapproving frowns of Australian emigration officials; we had a flourishing practise, but few friends and family to leave.

It was time.

Time to sell the practise and buy one Down Under.

Time to pack up everything and leave.

And it really went far smoother than you’d expect; within weeks we had found an agent to handle the sale of the practise, put our possessions in storage or on a cargo ship, and hopped on a plane.

So.

Here we sit, breakfasting on the deck behind our rented house even in the Southern Winter, looking out at the ocean, while back home, well, it’s not ‘back home’, anymore, is it?

Back home commuters are struggling to work on the stifling Underground.

Here, Monica is leafing through the papers, and mentioning that there is a Shakespearean theatre company at the Princess Theatre.

“You always liked The Winter’s Tale, didn’t you?” she says, turning the page.