SB was eating all of merry’s olives, and I was woebegone. chris was sleeping on the floor of an empty house in Leeds, and we were expecting to move in the following day.
we moved, guinness ran away [to return] and we have had one of the most difficult years of my life for a variety of reasons.
Anyway, here we are, preparing to celebrate with friends 1 year into new house, and SB being officially home educated. The weather looks good, we are totally disorganised – sorry – it has been a difficult week ++ for me! [including a visit to the Inner temple crown bar today- never something to wish to do, though the buildings lovely; and the start of my mediation process; first paycheque at new improved dramatically reduced rates]
Was moving here the right thing to do? Hmm, whilst work being so difficult its hard to see this clearly. but amidst all the difficulties, we have grown together with the house and the community, and it starts to feel like home. It took me a while to settle into Leeds, and by the time I left I belonged there, and think of myself as Northern now! SO given time and a fair wind…
Yep, in need of a celebration! looking forward to seeing all the people that can come, and will miss those that can’t.