Plans

I’m off to Ireland for a long weekend break with a friend, leaving very early tomorrow morning. It should be good. We’ll be out in the wilds - climbing hills, going for a boat trip on one of the local loughs and visiting a couple of archaeological sites. I plan to be back online again by the middle of next week. Expect pictures.

The day after my return a couple of estate agents are coming to inspect the flat and give a valuation on what sale price I can expect to get for it. They will also advise on any alteration/redecoration that I need to do to make it more marketable.

Then, by September at the latest I hope, possibly earlier, I will put it up for sale. I will be going back and forth to Hereford a lot from July onwards. Fortunately I have two friends nearby who have each offered to supply bed and breakfast facilities when I need them ….

It’s time. It really is.

I’m wary these days of falling into the trap of believing that a new house/job/town/relationship/drink/lipstick/chocolate bar will fix a discomfort that stems from something deeper. They are so tempting, these illusions, so very seductive, particularly if you are as fond of chocolate as I am. But this desire to push on with the move is much more than simple escapism.

Firstly, there are good practical reasons for relocating now and some of these are listed in the post I’ve linked to above. More important though than all of these is that I know I have to do it, and soon. No choice. It’s bigger than me. I can’t explain.