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Relocating to Cornwall

Relocating to Cornwall

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.

Part 1:

After a quick search of Google the most up-to-date statistics I could find stated that in 2016, Cornwall’s population was boosted by 4,886 internal migrants, I can hear the tut of disgust from the locals but it might lessen the blow to locals (maybe?!!) to note that there were more deaths than births recorded. Feeble attempt yes, to mask the fact that basically, nearly 5000 people like us in the space of a year had chosen to invade and make part of this beautiful landscape their home, apparently making us “emmets” the incomers or “ants” that march over the psychic border otherwise known as the river Tamar (see Tanya Gold’s There are two Cornwalls: the paradise of my fantasies and the place I’ve moved to) but we are ready to go native, learn the Cornish ways and support the Cornish culture, we may stick out like sore thumbs with our accent and mispronunciation, but that can’t be helped!

I know that when we first started thinking about relocating to Cornwall we were plagued with the fear of bleak winters, limited career opportunities and how far away from everything it is, but as soon as we stepped onto the beach none of that mattered, it felt right. So this our personal journey.

Gosh, where do I start? OK, what about this time last year…

This time last year we were based up in the Cotswolds and had our house on the market. We had been in the Cotswolds for 2 and a half years, its where my friends and family are mostly based and after spending 10 years prior, raising our children on the Dorset coast we thought it would be good to surround ourselves with more of a support network to help with childcare, so I could think about starting a career. At first, it was great and everyone settled in really quickly, although we all desperately missed the sea. As time went on we started to feel significantly landlocked and after a very turbulent year of negative dramas, we decided this was not where we wanted to settle. So we decided it was time for a change.

Our daughters were both at senior school and with our oldest approaching GCSE age we agreed that we would put the house on the market and if it sold whilst she was in year 8 we would consider relocating, if however, the house failed to sell within that time scale we would settle with a new home in a new area of the Cotswolds allowing us a fresh start.

Months later we sold, but still could not plan as the sale kept getting delayed, this in itself was horrendous, and on top of everything else that was going on, it wasn’t the best of times. The buyer was pushing to get the sale through so we packed everything up, paid for a rental, put items in storage and then 3 days before the move she pulled her offer. As a cash buyer, it turns out we were the backup option, we were devastated, the disruption to the girls was horrible and the fact that we were able to be messed around like that just didn’t seem right. Luckily within a week of putting the house back on the market, it sold again. Up until now our house sales had been ridiculously easy so I suppose it was inevitable we would experience a bad one at some point, after all, it is listed as one of the most stressful things to do and we’d had tremendous luck up until then. It again took longer than planned so it seemed like Cotswolds was where we would be staying.

After a few other issues got thrown into the mix we had a set date for the move, it fell in the middle of the summer holiday’s but by now it was a year after our deadline and our eldest daughter had just chosen her options and would be starting year 10 that September. We spent our days searching Rightmove, visiting new areas but our heart wasn’t in it, they were all beautiful and quaint but were just a way to get away from where we were. We decide to get away just for a well-needed break and of course headed down to Falmouth for the weekend. After a long heart to heart we all agreed that we still were desperate to relocate, so we made the rash decision to just go for it.

The only heartbreak would be in telling my family that we were off again, and so soon. It was devastating for them and us, especially seeing as they had so little time to get used to it but I knew it was the right thing for my family and deep down so did they. So as irresponsible as it sounds, we were off, we were running out of time, we had no home, job or school lined up and basically, no idea of where we were going to settle, but we knew we needed to do it and the only thing we knew was that we loved the sea, we deserved to be happy, we were ready for a new adventure and we were heading to Cornwall.

 

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. 

And make sure to tag me in your own Cornish adventures with the hashtag #snippetsfromcornwall

 

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