Tomorrow I will have been in my new home for exactly 4 weeks. I still smile as I approach the front door and continue to smile as I close it behind me.
For me initially coming home somehow signified failure but considering what I left and what I came back to the past 12 yrs could never be described as failure.
I’ve done loads in 4 weeks, possibly a bit too much but my desire to be straight by Christmas is just the drive I have needed. It’s possible my new conservatory will even be up by then, but that’s in the hands of the local planning dept so there’s nothing I can do there at present.
It all just still feels a little surreal. Can this place really be mine!! I have already met about 8 sets of neighbours that’s more than I have in the whole of the 12 yrs at the old place. It seems I’m now part of a local community, one that looks after each other and looks out for each other too, that really was just what I needed but only thought I would get living in a village.
So 4 weeks on and it’s been great, no regrets, and I sure don’t miss my old house. I may have a plaque put on this one with red shoes on it and call it Dorothy as in the Wizard of Oz, just to remind me now and again of the famous L Frank Baum quote “If I ever go looking for my hearts desire again I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.” …
