Not for the first time, our heads are spinning at another round of disappointments and uncertainties. When are we going to get Joanna an appropriate special school place? And which country will it be in? The long-running Meadows family saga continues…
The end of Plan A
Yesterday we heard that the
So what now?
Plan B: Emigration
On to Plan
Moving to Denmark might sound drastic, but we’re hopeful that it could be really helpful for all of us. Leaving Brexit (grr) aside for a moment and assuming we’ll continue to have the right to access everything, the Danish education system is excellent and geared towards SEND inclusivity wherever possible, everything seems to be joined up and efficient, and frankly it can’t possibly be any worse than our experience of being repeatedly put through the wringer here, so what have we got to lose?
The vast majority of our support happens online anyway, with the exception of my parents (who’d be an 80-minute flight away) and one friend who travels a lot internationally and I’m sure would be happy to pop in occasionally. There are plenty of great psychologists in Copenhagen (the schools even seem to have one in-house as standard) and childcare is heavily
If neither our chosen school or the new job work out, what then? I think Plan C would be to continue to home educate both girls as I have been doing since
Plan D would be to get Charlotte back into school so I could focus on home educating Joanna. Her EHCP says she’s fine in
I’ve discovered that she learns best through the medium of video (thank goodness for educational YouTube channels), combined with lots of time outdoors. Quite how a British mainstream school caters for that I’m not sure. But maybe we could make something work for her, and fight to get her EHCP changed (though I might need a while to work up the energy required for that).
How is this impacting our daily life right now?
I’m Kondo-ing the house in hope of moving and needing to drastically downsize. Here, we live in a four-bedroom house, and Copenhagen apartments are basically like those Ikea-style bedsits with a sofabed that folds away and turns into a kitchen. I exaggerate slightly but you get the idea. SMALL. I have no problem with this: less cleaning to do – but we have way too much stuff to even think about taking it all with us.
I’m job-hunting. This means looking for either more freelance writing/editing work or an in-house job in Copenhagen (in English). Assuming we were to move in late April/early May, and the girls started at the local mainstream school within a couple of weeks, I could be working again by the end of May and taking advantage of all that lovely
We’re all learning Danish. All four of us have the Duolingo app and even Charlotte can confidently announce ‘Kvinden
We’re saving up. It’s usual to pay a deposit of three months’ rent in advance when renting an apartment in Copenhagen. We’re hoping this will be *mostly* covered by selling our car but yes, YIKES, the prices are high. I have forsaken Tesco deliveries for visits to Aldi. We’ll also be selling a fair amount of furniture and stuff if the move goes ahead, and renting out our house. But it’s going by to be a bit tight for a while unless I can get some work.
We’re following Brexit news more closely than ever. Pete and I are passionate
We’re living on tenterhooks. As usual, it feels as though like is on hold, waiting for someone else to make another life-changing decision for us. It’s been
Tell me we’re not alone?
What’s the most drastic thing you’ve done for your family and/or your sanity? I’d love to hear about it.