As of this week, 8months after we finally made the move and left the city for a new life in the country, 6months after we were told to leave our 'supposed' dream home in the country and 7months after we laid eyes on our REAL new dream home in the country, we are in the last stages and waiting for the papers and missives to be sorted.
We are still tentative because we know how slow to respond and difficult it has been and they may come up with some new fresh hell before signing some of the property over to us.....BUT thanks to our loving family (who don't want to see us homeless!) and (un)fortunate inheritance, it would seem likely that we may be buying a farm!!!! Squeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
For as long as I can remember I have wanted to live in the country. I grew up half in the city and mostly up north in the wilds of Scotland on a caravan site. I created a childhood full of nature and excitement. Wide open spaces. Fresh air. Mud. Sea. Solitude. Self sufficiency. Confidence, uniqueness and adventure. Its a way of life that always appealed to me way more than the 'little boxes on the hillside'!
It took me a long time to persuade my hubby that this is where we should be, that this is where our kids should be growing up. Somewhere with space to explore, play and to find their own adventures. Our eldest is now 8 and I've been trying for 7yrs to get him to leave the comfort of his suburban zone! He now says he can't ever imagine moving back to closely spaced identikit houses 'made of ticky tacky'.
The new place is definitely what an estate agent would call 'great potential'. We will have our work cut out for us but it will be all worth it in the end! Well it better bloody be because we've encountered some crazy obstacles to get this far!
We've managed to stay in this house well past our welcome. It has been an experience and has ultimately led us to this point. The loony landlord unwittingly did us a massive favour whilst he will be the one who will remain stuck and grumparsey in his miserable existence trying to make everyone else around him miserable. Someone should have told him you can't keep a good Berlow-Jackson down!
We hope to move in April and once again start our new life in the country!!!
I can't wait! I've waited long ebloodynough!!
Meltdowns - daily. The stress is getting to us
Losing the plot - daily. The stress is getting to us
Breastfeeding - almost night weaned. Almost!!!
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