Since my return the reality is setting in, as we start to tell everyone our news and to unravel our lives here in Lewes. And so begins Operation Go West. The house is on the market - and frankly, looking incredible. Suddenly, my gorgeous husband Mark, someone who is definitely not a finisher, is frantically completing all the DIY jobs I have been going on about for years- it's amazing what the promise of a little surf will do (well actually a lot of surf).
Meanwhile, I am suddenly realising how many people I actually know and call friends here in Lewes, not to mention in other locations considerably nearer to Lewes than Crantock. I am trying to come to terms with moving away from people that I lean on in my day to day life and am incredibly aware of the value of community. We are humbled, blessed and, at times, surprised by the reaction of others, friends both old and new and not really yet begun, but already full of promise. It is amazing to realise how deeply people care about us and that our friendship means as much to them as it does to us, there is a sense of loss for the friendships I never quite got around to nurturing and a physical pain when I think about leaving certain people. But in all of this there is a sense of calm, a feeling that we are doing the right thing (for now at least) and I am finally sleeping well at nights because a decision has been made, whether it is the right one is another story but it is, at least, a decision. Oh and then of course there is the long list on my fridge that is Operation Go West.
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