On the other hand...

... in my Manila life, I never got to feed sheep.

Neither with dad. Nor with mom. My access to heavy duty lawn mowers was extremely limited.As well as my access to real farm mashinery. I barely knew what was implied with expressions such as fresh air, open spaces and green grass. And places where the grown-ups would let me roam around with only little supervision. (But this picutre is not really representative of that, as I 1. have mom on my tail and 2. will be told to be careful a few seconds from when the pic it's taken, as I'm approaching the electrical fence at a high pace.)My stroller in Manila was by no means as cool as the one I have here, and besides, we rarely went out for walks there anyway. It was a lot less fun to bake in the Manila than in Grandma's kitchen. There it always tended to get way too hot. Plus Vättern runt is never ever biked in Manila, and Vättern runt implies getting to meet both Nicke and Kia. My car seat in Manila was a boring greyish blue. Here I can cure my jetlag in a kite orange dito. And finally, mom seems to have aquired a body that is much more fun to watch since we got here. And it gets funnier by the day!You win some you lose some. On balance, I think this move will definitely weigh more heavily on the positive side.