Home Sweet Home

Things being what they are in Britain at the moment, with more and more people out of work, and more and more companies tightening their figurative belts, it is perhaps not unexpected that Steve has not yet been able to find work.  He has started looking further afield as we have come to the realisation that there is nothing available in his field, with his experience, at his level, near our wonderful North Eastern base.  Most senior treasury jobs are based in London where most head offices are, but there are still a few (a very few) which are are situated further out(although still down South), and it is these that Steve is currently going through the whole application-interview-sit-on-tenterhooks process for.

And this is where we come to the reason for this post; my realisation and acceptance of the fact that whatever happens, we will have to leave our beautiful house, our fantastic coastal situation and wonderful support network.  I have worked so hard, in a way that goes against my somewhat shy, prone to anxiety personality, to develop friendships and make this town our home, not just somewhere we live.  When I was talking to a friend about how much the thought of starting again fills me with dread, she was surprised and said "but you've done it before, you should be used to it".  And it's true, I have done it before - a number of times, but the fact is, that for me at least (with aforementioned personality defects!), it doesn't get any easier.  Having my babies here went a long way to forming some of my most precious friendships, as new babies do, but there won't be any more new babies (unless I can use the move it to persuade himself ...) to help me do that where ever we end up.  And yes although I have done it before, this was the first place that really feels like home. 

And it is hard to leave your home.

But it is also exciting!