Closing up was a bit of a do and we were both unwell.
But we left There and have arrived Here.
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!
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.
….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.
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.
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.
Now excuse me, but we’ve got some packing to see to!
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!
Cerebral processing only gets so far with me. Something of the mystery seems to be required before information/ knowledge of serious mention moves from the mind to the heart and on out through the soles of my feet.
A friend has died, second friend in a couple of months… maybe that age has now been reached. Heavens only knows how family are coping but as a long distance friend this new normal is taking a while to properly register.
Pjs still on…dressing gown slung around ….stagger downstairs and slap on what is usually Radio Four. The Dancing Queen blares out across the kitchen and my still warm but now empty coffee cup almost lands in the sink. She would have approved. Together, we smile.
We’re settled here….have not quite sold there….but frankly could live here forever. Only i do believe that our landlord has zero intention of ever selling this darling little home!
So we continue doing what we set out to do, namely going through…yet again….our belongings and deciding…yet again….what we actually want to keep and what merely has a sentimental value but is past the emotional sell-by-date. Doing this check back there in a city was necessary, dragging ourselves through the debris (Yet Again!) is proving vital.
Helpful little sites like Ziffit / Zapper/ Music Magpie and We Buy Books have lessened the pain somewhat and having a handy little cheque to pay into a handy little bank account is proving Just the incentive that i need!
In other news:
My half of our family went away, altogether, on a camping trip and survived; both physically and emotionally. It was rainy and there were a lot of us but overall it was a Very Good Experience.
We have too much clobber and more needs to go.
Our garden is proving worryingly unpredictable and yet utterly charming, in equal measure.
We are not yet decided exactly where we will end up. However we Do have a far clearer idea of How we will be living, once we reach wherever we end up.
I have a new camera…and as can be seen by the lack of any images here: i am not yet sorted with it! It will happen, in due course.
I would be everso grateful if someone could tell me how to stop spider plant leaves from getting messy at the tips? One plant is balanced in an old ceramic chimney pot/ vase thingy. But the rest are having to take their chances balanced on to of tottering piles of dishes and bowls. I fear that one day it may all end in a shattering crash! Oh and two are popped on top of old whiskey cardboard tubes…. Sadly as this is not our Own home, i don’t feel able to have macrame hanging things…
OK…two washing loads finished…one still on the line…passersby can Be surprised. I’m not having wet laundry indoors.