Moving home and moving on

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. And life has changed a little in the last couple of months. We now have a rough idea of when we’ll be moving home to the UK. From Colorado to Cornwall. From mountains to beaches. To the rainy place where granny and grandad live.

Yes, we’re uprooting our outdoor-loving American 3.5 year old (and baby, but she’s happy anywhere, as long as my boobs are available at the end of the day), selling most of our stuff, and moving closer to our family and lifelong friends.

Why Truro? Because even though it’s still 5 hours drive from any of my family, it’s somewhere new. It’s be a new way of life. It’s a step forward instead of a step back. And after living away from our homeland for so long (11 years, give or take a few short stints back to test the water) we need it to feel like progress, rather than slipping back in to where we left.

Are we mad? Possibly. Are we sad? A little bit.

Mr D and I have both found new passions here: him, mountain biking on the incredible network of gorgeous and challenging trails; me, dancing with the most fabulous teacher I could ever imagine having the fortune to find myself living near.

We’ve also got a wonderful circle of friends, super-awesome neighbours and a spacious, gorgeous house and garden. Seriously, when I go to the grocery store (aka supermarket), I always see at least a couple of people I know. Sometimes 5 or 6! We’ve only lived here for 5 years but the sense of community is strong in our area. There are tons of families and so many people have moved here from other places that if you start up a conversation with a stranger, chances are they’ll be happy to talk to someone who could become a potential friend.

I have no idea if there’s going to be there same kind of open-armed and open-hearted feel to Truro. I hope so.

P-nut will be starting school soon after we get there – that should provide plenty of opportunity for mum friends.

Mr D will be getting a job. Hopefully with interesting, welcoming colleagues.

I’m tired just thinking about everything we have to do to make this move happen. And at the moment, I’m only thinking about the to-do list for getting organised side of the world. After the craziness of giving up our life here, we have to start totally new with everything when we arrive. We won’t even have a kettle, let alone a car or a place to live.

I think it’s time to watch some TV and forget about it for the day.

Tomorrow I’ll write a list. A really bloody big one.

Night night x



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