For many weeks we looked, checked on the internet, saw enough houses to make me feel really fed up.
We fell in love twice; both houses had lots of character, and both of which would have required sacrifices from us.
And both of them fell through.
With about a month to go from our moving date, we went to see another one. It wasn’t advertised yet; we’d called the estate agent because of a different house we saw online, which was already gone by the time we rang them.
We were the first ones to view the house, with three more people scheduled for that day.
Walking up the stairs, before even seeing the bedrooms, we looked at each other. An hour later we had paid the deposit that took the house off the market.
It is lovely and ticks all the boxes, and most of all, it makes perfect sense for us right now.
This is not as big a deal as selling and buying a home – but I am oh so pleased.
Almost two years ago, when we left Camphill, we moved 17 miles East, for a new start and a bit of change.
Now we’re moving 15 miles back West, back down the same road where we came from.
For both of us, Camphill was our first home in England, and the area still feels like home – after the seven years I lived there, eleven for my husband. And Kaya will be very excited to live just down the road from his very first home.
I am so glad that I started the big clear-out so early, a few months ago (before we even knew we were going to move), because it’s taken time. Is still taking time. As we start packing, I am hoping continue in the spirit of clearing out; I am hoping to be ruthless.
A little bit at least.
In a week’s time, we will start moving.
(Before we can move in, we have to do something about the wallpaper in the sitting room though. Kaya would have done a better job wallpapering. )
But for now, we are starting to share our space with some boxes. Cosy.