We're going to move in April (hopefully). We've been going back and forth and back and forth on the idea for pretty much the whole winter season. We love our little (rented) terraced cottage, the convenience of being near the centre of town, especially with a small baby (not so small any more), being able to walk to the childminder, being nearby to baby groups and so on. We also have a lovely landlady. However, we are craving more space. Adam has no space in which he can do DIY (and I have a list as long as my arm of things I want him to make!) and our dining room is steadily disappearing beneath a pile of vintage fabrics as I have no separate work space.
Initially we decided that we would move somewhere fractionally bigger, but stay near the centre of town. However, a bit of a rethink has been in order this week after talking about what we really want in the long term, and a stern look at our finances. Realistically the chances of us being able to buy in the next three years are slim, and I am determined that we won't move again after this until it is into a house that we actually own. I hate moving - it's expensive, stressful, and it takes me about three months to sort everything out and begin to feel at home. What we want from our dream eco home/self sufficiency dream is to be out of town, with plenty of space around us, room in our own garden to grow vegetables, perhaps have a chicken or three, me to have a studio and Adam to at least have space to store his tools somewhere accessible. So why not attempt to get a little closer to that this time round? Make the leap from town to country (I lived in the middle of nowhere until I was 18. This shouldn't take much adjustment), to having to trek just that little bit further to go to baby groups, but to having some space both inside and out for Teddy to explore and move around in, and hopefully a friendly landlord who will let us dig up the garden to plant our veg (I'm not holding my breath about the chickens). I've been feeling anxious about removing myself from town and feeling isolated, but I'm finally coming round to the idea that really the pros outweigh the cons by some considerable distance. I'll missing living five minutes walk from the lovely parks and the cathedral though.
Now, who wants to find me the perfect rental property, within cycling distance of Adam's work with a nice little garden, a short cycle to the sea (almost inevitable if we're within cycling distance of Adam's work, which is practically in the water), three bedrooms, a glorious kitchen with room for the Kenwood and all for about the same price as we pay now? No one?
ps: more quilt action coming soon, as well as (finally) the rebirth of that tablecloth.
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