It’s official, we’re moving! Worry not, the blog isn’t going anywhere. What I’m actually talking about is (arguably) a little bit bigger than that. We – as in the family and I – are moving home. Not only are we moving to a new home, we are moving to a new town, a new city, a new part of the country!
Wiltshire is not entirely new to me, I spent a fair chunk of my childhood living in the West country with my grandparents. But that was a very very long time ago, and things are bound to have changed. One thing, however, that has not changed is the huge amount of family that live in the area. If anything, the number has grown!
I’m looking forward to being closer to my family; my Nan, my sister, the hundreds of aunts, uncles and cousins. Most of all, though, I’m looking forward to Amelia and Wills getting the chance to experience the life I enjoyed as a kid. I’m under no illusions that things will have definitely changed, but the change in pace of life and green space is going to be almost entirely new to them.
My sister and her wonderful partner live on and run a farm, and that in itself is going to provide a world of fun and learning! Amelia always loves it when we visit, and Chris is always so excited to get her out on the tractor. We’ve just missed the hatching of some chicks which is a shame, but I know that there will be plenty more to come, and the thought of the kids being able to experience that journey of life first-hand excites me beyond measure!
We’ve also been thinking a lot about schools for Amelia, and knowing that we are moving has almost entirely taken away the panic I was starting to feel about getting a school place. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have unrealistic visions of my own primary school experience from eons ago (so few kids that year 5 & 6 shared a classroom) but I also don’t think there’ll be the harrowing waiting process of wondering if we’ll even get a place at all!
I have mixed feelings about leaving London. Despite spending a huge chunk of my childhood in the West, I identify very much as a Londoner. I love the culture, how easy it is (most of the time) to get around, and the breadth of opportunity. On the flip side, however, moving to the West offers its own unique culture and its own opportunities.
Honestly? I think the kids are going to benefit hugely from the open space and relative freedom. We will have a garden for the first time in our family life, which I actually believe will change our lives dramatically. And I will definitely be able to swan about in Wellies popping into the local farm shop for organic gooseberries or some shit. Or not!