It is a wonderful life. I’ve had to remind myself of that truth many, many times over the past few weeks in the middle of change.
Life’s top three stressful events are: death of a loved one, divorce/separation and MOVING. I’d somehow forgotten that; or perhaps I blocked it out.
Moving is disruptive, disorienting and distressing in the best of situations. It had been thirteen years since my last move and it was time.
I’m famous (or some may say infamous) for biting off more that I can chew. I did it again. I bought my own house. I’ve always wanted my own home and I found myself in a situation where it could actually happen. It was either jump or shut the hell up about it. I decided to jump.
I have no idea how any of this will turn out but I do know I don’t wanna be on my death bed wondering or wishing I’d had the experience of having my own little piece of the planet; even though we both know the only thing I really own is the idea of ownership cos I certainly can’t take it with me when I go!
But I do love having something tangible to leave to my children.