By the time you read this, we will be packing up and moving for the second time in 6 months. At the start of this year, we planned to uproot ourselves from the Cotswolds, after 18 happy years. We would leave dear friends, familiar faces and everything we knew to move to a county we had been to twice.
Andy would move his job to Shrewsbury.
We would rent somewhere for a few months.
We would buy our first (and last) house with a nice garden, character, peace and quiet.
All before Christmas.
We did it.
We did it.
It has been a long and stony road. There have been times when we have literally clung to each other and wondered if we had made the biggest mistake of our lives. We have been stressed, depressed, isolated and torn. We somehow worked through it - and two months ago we found our 'forever home'. At a price we could just afford and in the area we wanted.
Today we finally get the keys to our very own cottage; it's taken 21 years of our saving, hoping and dreaming. It's a small, plain cottage, but to us it is beyond beautiful. For the first time in my life, I feel as if I can finally stop running.