I haven't quite got my head around it yet and it feels quite odd seeing it actually written down.
We are moving to the country.
Leaving London and moving to the country. We've even exchanged on our new house. It's really happening. I truly do believe in fate and think that this move is all down to it. Some people would think we are barking mad. It was the first and only house that we have looked at. But we knew from the second we saw a photo of it that it was meant to be. It turns out the owners are old family friends. We used to hang out on the beach in Wales with them when we were tiny. One of their daughters is our next door neighbour in London. I could go on.
The move is both scary and exciting at the same time. Once again we are upping sticks. Leaving all our friends and family and moving somewhere that we don't really know anything about. Apart from this time we wont have to grapple with the joys of Ryanair every time we want to come back. The language wont be changing. And we will still be able to get sliced white bread and English sausages. We are only moving one-hour-and-four minutes away, (by train) to Oxfordshire. You're probably wondering what all the fuss is about.
When we were trying to make our decision I think we probably made about seven hundred lists. The pros and cons of moving.
They went like this;
Leaving our friends and family
Not being able to walk to the shops
Having to sell our gorgeous home
No Starbucks on the doorstep
Not being able to go out for dinner on the spur of the moment
No more 'Naked Nosh' (best take out in the World)
No people dropping in for cosy time
Having to plan everything
s p a c e
Just thinking about it makes me feel I can breathe more easily
A walled garden. We can just open the doors and the Cub will be free
Doing up a new house. Think of the wallpaper potential
I would have my own office
Not having to have our daily walk in a cemetery
Planting our own kitchen garden
Oxford on our doorstep
Weekend house parties
Making new friends
Bicester Village is 20 minutes away
The village school for the Cub is a two minute walk
Cosy time in the garden
Long summer lunches in the garden
Starry walls by Barneby Gates
The pros well out weighed the cons in the end. But we tried to be sensible and rationalise that as it was the first house we saw, there would of course be many more out there with our names on. Maybe even better ones. And that we should stay put.
We both woke up the next morning heartbroken. It was all we needed to realise that leaving was the right decision.
And now, this time in two and a half months, we will be well on our way to escaping to the country. I literally cannot wait.