Project Relocation: Before we embarked on this crazy adventure I spent hours searching the internet for blogs, articles, websites, everything and anything that would give me some info remotely, for those of you out there doing the same here is a little insight into our relocation story.
Today is St Piran’s Day, the national day of Cornwall and with it being over 6 months since we moved I thought I’d do my second post on our relocation journey. Please forgive me for going back over some bits from the first post it just felt relevant to go into a bit more detail, to give a bit more of an insight of what leads us here and it goes a little something like this… (cue the Run-DMC music, sorry just couldn’t get that line out of my head so it’s staying! Anyway back to it…)
Have you ever stepped onto a beach and just felt something magical, that calm sense that this is what life’s all about, that’s the feeling we get when we head to the beach. We knew this very early on as a couple and as a family, which is why we initially moved from my husbands home town, and where I’d spent most of my teenage years, relocating for the first time as a family from the Cotswolds to Poole in Dorset. Pretty much like our latest move, it was chaotic the main difference was we had one under two and one 4 days old! (but that’s a story for another time). We spent near enough the first 10 years for our daughter’s lives by the sea living in Sandbanks and although we knew our love for the coastal living would always be there we made the decision to return to the Cotswolds. Looking back on it now I honestly think that decision came from fear, a fear that we were getting older and nowhere professionally and financially as we tried to muddle through with no family or close friends nearby to call on if we needed help. Although we’d made it through the tricky early years we were going through some significant changes, hubby had been made redundant, we had both just completed degrees (he had still been working fulltime whilst we both studied) because of the redundancy he was having a career change and initially wanted to go self-employed and I wanted to start thinking of a role outside that of wife and mother. So we moved back.
As I mentioned in my previous post the girls adjusted amazingly, they loved being around Nanna, Grandad and their cousins, then things started to go wrong, little bits at first, hubby got a new job rather than going self-employed, which he hated. We then had an incident at the girl’s school, our youngest got left behind on a school trip as they didn’t do a headcount and the schools (although thought to be one of the best in the area) handling of the situation was absolutely horrendous. I remember one day after it happened I was driving up to the school and I had to pull over as my vision was blurring and I was struggling to breathe, I had no idea of what was going on and it was only afterwards I realised I had experienced my first panic attack. I was so angry that the school had risk my daughter’s safety like that and then treated us like we were unstable because we were so worried about it. Looking back I should have pulled them both out of the school but we had struggled to get school places in the county as it was, put me in that position again (god forbid as I don’t think I could take it again!!) and I would have definitely pulled them out and homeschooled. It was like the universe was sending us signs that got bigger and bigger the more we tried to ignore them.
During our time there we fully conformed into everything we weren’t, a new build, flat pack furniture and it was generally a bad time and a bad place for us to be, we are messy, higgledy-piggledy, that how we work and we pined for the sea. We tried to ignore it as much as we could with multiple house moves and relocations significantly impacting our finances, there were the possible issues surrounding uprooting the girls again from school, friends and my family to consider and there it was again, that nasty thing called fear that had clouded our judgement before. We were getting older and accepting everything we had rebelled against previously, ignoring who we were and what we wanted from life because the thought of disrupting everything again along with the constant praise from people close to us that we’d finally sorted ourselves out, weighed heavily on us.
We had loved our time in Poole but never ones to look back we decided for the next family adventure we would head back to the coast but this time somewhere with a completely different pace of life and after spending more and more time with my closest friend, who had lived in Cornwall since her uni days at Falmouth, it was decided. So one fateful Thursday in August at 4 am in the morning, we left our home of two and a bit years with no sadness, only excitement and freedom, having only exchanged a week before we packed the essentials, donated and skipped everything else and set off with a van ready to burst and a jammed pack car we made the 3 1/2 journey towards our new home….
…to be continued
I hope you find my personal account of our relocation of interest. If you are thinking of doing the same, or already have embarked on a relocation I would love to hear from you, please feel free to leave a comment or share with me your story. If you are thinking of moving to Cornwall, specifically the Falmouth/ Truro area and you have any questions that I may be able to help with please ask away and I will do my best to answer where I can.
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