Restless Dreams

I love Lewes, no I adore Lewes. A beautiful historic town, surrounded by the downs, not far from the beach (stony but still….) , a stone’s throw from Brighton and a reasonable commute from London. I have fantastic friends, am part of various groups and my eldest son loves his very fantastic school. And yet….

And yet, there are certain dreams that won’t go away, a sense of needing to do something different. We’ve talked about it for years, shall we move to Australia, Cornwall or, more recently, Devon. My husband has at times been desperate, a surfer in search of surf and better weather. I have said yes several times, normally after a fantastic week in Cornwall when our children still have the smell of sand and salt on their skin not to mention pockets full of sand which will be sprinkled liberally across our Sussex carpets when I start to unpack and for a few days I am up for it and then I start to feel sick in my stomach.

But suddenly, this time it is different, I’m ready for a change, a new chapter, suddenly the only thing I feel is butterflies in my stomach, the good kind. We’ve weighed it up :Devon - where lots of our friends have moved or Cornwall - where we have holidayed for the last few years and we have a shop (Plain Lazy) and a holiday home. And the winner is…Crantock, Cornwall along with a conversion to our van to make it a camper so we can head to Devon and hang out with good friends old and new.

It feels like the final decision was made about 2 hours ago and suddenly we have organised a house to live in and I find myself on a flight to Newquay to do a whirlwind visit to schools before filling in the application forms which have to be in by Monday.

Last weekend, in Devon, I met an amazing young lady called Sarah, who recently moved from New York to Bournemouth and she told me how once they took the initial step everything just snowballed and started to fall into place. Sarah inspired me to take that leap of faith and she’s not wrong, things are going at a crazy pace but this time, with 5 minutes to go until landing , it all feels right…daunting, scary, a bit sad in places but definitely right…

(Please note this was written on 5th May on flight to Cornwall, just took a while to set up blog)