I’ve been pretty quiet over the last month, perhaps longer, as much of my time became consumed by the contemplation of a major decision.
The time has come, however, to let the cat out of the bag: we’re moving.
Believe me, we’re nearly as surprised as you are. That makes it sound like it’s not our own choice, but it is. We instigated it and it’s all our own doing.
Why are we moving?
That’s a good one and, depending on my mood on any given day, I range from having a good answer, through having a lacklustre answer, all the way to having virtually no answer.
One thing is certain: we weren’t looking to move. We’re very happy in our current home, which is lovely and the nicest place any of the three of us has ever lived. However, we maintain an unwritten list of unique houses in our neighbourhood and have said to each other that we should view such properties, should they ever come onto the market.
Well, one of them did, and before you could utter the proverbial Jack Robinson’s monicker, a viewing had been arranged and we found ourselves seriously considering a new home. Four further viewings ensued before we eventually decided to buy it, which is a good indication of the extent to which we were torn about the right course of action.
A lot of water has flowed under the bridge since then, however. Not only have we bought that house, but our own home has been put on the market, viewed many times and ultimately sold over the last few weeks.
Our move is scheduled for early September.