Re: My final house move
Thank you thank you. *takes a bow!
Art...no way! Holly is not yet 3 years old and we hopefully have years together, here in our adopted county of Suffolk. One dog is enough.
Ten minutes of walking takes us to the upper park above a small ravine and steps that lead down to the lower park and the caravan site I stayed at last year. It is also home to the war memorial. Standing near that I can see the sea (just about, through the trees) We do that walk daily now so I can get my sea view fix.
Yes. it's been a long time coming, especially since I started talking, or thinking, of moving some years ago!! Two things spurred me into action. Holly continually getting me up in the middle of the night to be taken outside, and my sister actually buying a house here. It was then an easy decision to follow her.
I still pinch myself. Should I have done it years ago? Who knows. Would I have ended up with a three bedroomed house, close to town, and ten minutes walk from a sea view? Rhetorical question. I think the time was just right. I needed to act before i was too old and world weary (which I'm already fast feeling, lol).
Holly has taken this move much better than last October, maybe because then she had to endure a three hour plus car journey, which had her shaking the whole way, and here, I had already brought her on several trips to the new house, so she was familiar with it. She was in kennels for day care while we moved from the rental, but that was only about a 10-15m drive away.
One problem for her is that at the rental she had a low window sill in the bedroom to lie on, giving a view over to the playing field beyond, the dentist and Boots pharmacy, and the village hall, and the car park, and she'd be there for hours on end each day. She loved it, watching the world and dogs go by. Here, there are no low window sills, nor any views. All she can do is lie on my bed looking in at the bedrooms of houses opposite, lol.
Packing up for this move was very over whelming at times and often I felt like collapsing in tears. My sister helped at the beginning and we brought over a lot of boxes (yes, my fault for having too much stuff) before she had to stop and go into self isolation. From then on I was very much on my own. Even back in London I had a fair few friends who popped round to give me a much needed hand and morale boost.
But. We got here. So thank you all again for your good wishes which are much appreciated.