Midway 2019

So how could we ever have lived anywhere else?

I know that we have, but now it is all nothing but a dream.

Loving the open spaces…

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Tipped out…..

It really does feel as if the past nine years or so have been bundled up….shaken about….transformed by some obscure alchemy…then tipped out across this airy landscape.

In reality, i was going to end my days living in the outskirts of a city & not even an interesting edgy part either, just damn suburbia. Writ large.

Eleven years we did there. Eleven years of mooching round the city streets to and from work. Eleven years of intimately knowing my local wildlife nature pieces. Eleven years of serious but never connected medical incidents. I don’t know what crime one has to commit to get an 11yrs sentence, but i do know that for sure Mr Kitchenish felt like he d served time and he positively jumped at the idea of leaving.

For years we had presumed….lazily i think…..that we would relocate to the south of England. But have you Seen the prices? Come to think of it, have you seen the space? Too much of the former and not enough of the latter. So we looked at Scotland.

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And here we are.

The same people.

But utterly changed.

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We landed!

Closing up was a bit of a do and we were both unwell.

But we left There and have arrived Here.

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  • Finally being able to move around without falling over boxes is fabulous.
  • Two sets of guests have stayed & that has been great.
  • Me n the fella have not fallen out yet, in spite of neither of us really knowing where vital things are.
  • The village and area generally are very welcoming.
  • And finally, if we are not in the house or garden, in all probability we will be found at a beach!

So.

What is the one thing that I have learned from this? That I am very glad indeed that we followed our dreams and now live near the sea. Not close enough for our insurance to be adversely affected, but close enough to walk….should we wish to.


I ‘ve been ill. Yukkitty yuk yuk. Not seriously so, but ” enduringly affecting daily livingly” so. That’s been interesting.

But we have a home and a garden. We live in an area that means that i wake up every single day and am covered in thankfulness and relief.

It’s an odd and a beautiful thing living so far away from all we had known before. But you know something? I hope that All of our children get the chance, at some point in their lives, to have an adventure like this for themselves.

For us though…we ‘ve done the long hard daily slog thing. Those days of dozily stumbling through to settle a child with night terrors, or lying there wondering is that teenager will actually appear before dawn. Days (and in my case nights too) of slogging away at paid employment. Those days are behind us! We re older but not done yet, not by a long shot.

Follow your dreams. Start with some small ones. Chase a few down. Celebrate.

And if it’s all to much then Change Something. Something small. And make it stick.

I m so Very glad that we did.

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Third month of the year…..


….and i’m now entitled to free bus travel! So far this entitlement has not been put to the test, but it’s still an option that will be taken up.

For now though, it’s all discussions and decisions, picking over our belongings and packing away (where they actually Live!) that that will go with us. It is a season of musing and deliberating, of loosening ties quite naturally and beginning to think about the sails that we will set, later on.

Just as that wind… blows those clouds…. across blue skies …beyond the window pane….It’s kinda feeling similar on This side of the glass! One conversation today has decided some bulky furniture and a set of crockery. What? I wasn’t aware that this was even a thing! But it is. And the outcome is perfectly ok. Because on This move, i would far rather float even at speed like those clouds, than be dragged like so much silt along the bottom of the river.

The analogy has jumped? Too true. Water, there’s a lot of it around right now; the lane is still running, water seeps up around my boots when i plodge out across the grass, ensuring that any idea of grass cutting is swiftly eliminated right here right now and Selling Moss Is A Thing? Were this to be our home i could no doubt earn a lot of money from it. (jussayin’ )

We will have left here by the time anything even remotely resembling gardening could be started. So my gift to the next tenants is to leave a clean and a tidy outdoor space. The main reason that this is taking so long is that goodbyes have to be said: to each clump of something or other that battles against the elements and the moisture, the moss and the wild animals, the birds and the amphibians. But still they struggle through and delight me with their brave show of beauty.

It’s been good.

I hope it is good for the next people.

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“Let’s go and look at some possible areas and view a few houses,” …….he said

Clutching two files filled to busting, we took off for Macbeth’s Hillock nr Nairn and set up camp in one of the very charming Troll Houses. We admired (but did not use) the fire pits or shop and utterly enjoyed Being Away From Home. Hound came too and behaved perfectly, he especially enjoyed the daily round of various beaches.

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We toured round areas, knocking some geographical areas out of court immediately. Along the way some houses, even without a viewing, were equally dispatched: too small, too shady, too noisy, too difficult to image us ever living in them, odd pavement, no pavement, no shop, no buses, no parking possible without hassles, no parking at all, peculiar garden and so it went on.

Viewings next and by the end of the week we had ruled one home right out…a second viewing ruled another potential home out….debated about a third….but by then a fourth had presented itself and …..we appear to be buying the fourth!

It is in Aberdeenshire. A mile from a lovely small beach. In a fab little village.

And just like that…..I’m living away from home now. Home is somewhere else.

I ‘ll be homesick until we move in.

But that’s life.

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Now excuse me, but we’ve got some packing to see to!

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Considerations…….

Y’see….we Could live kinda close by the coast.

Or

We could live somewhere like here….rural and kinda quiet. The sort of place where i happily fall in love with the area and frankly have no need of person nor beast.

The other place is in the process of being sold. We are fortunate, mostly in even Having a place to sell. But we have plus someone wants to buy and is prepared to go through the long business of Property Buying to ensure they live in the home that they want. I am thrilled that my plants will get to flower for other people and i completely trust that these buyers will fit into that neighbourhood. But it’s taking a while.

In the meantime we are left in our rental, endlessly sorting through (yet again!)…and wondering…dreaming…trying to work out….praying hoping daring to believe that we might find something which will be where we live next. We can’t stay here, this place is a rental + for us to be happy here would take a lot of very hard work, money and time. Even were we to be up for that, the landlord is not for selling. And i really don’t blame them. I wouldn’t either!

For now though, we have a mouse. A very sweet mouse, but a mouse all the same. So it’s not as if we have nothing to do while we wait!

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