Friday, 30 December 2011
End of Year Thoughts
New Year's Eve eve. Walking the dog in the local woods; its raining and grey, muddy and miserable. Then a movement above catches my eye and I stop in wonder, head tilted back, mouth open to watch a woodpecker flit from tree to tree, its red flash like a dart of light in the gloom. I sigh deeply and feel a sense of contentment; these moments are wonderful, rare and precious, and they feed my soul. The dog gets bored of my stationary pose and sensibly decides to head back home to the warmth. Calling her to my side I set off on the walk with renewed vigour. What, I wonder, will feed my soul in the Big City?
For as I walk in the country my Beloved is at home working on a London Budget for 2013. By the summer of 2013 our youngest will have finished at Sixth Form College and we will no longer be tied to our small market town by the children's education. So the plan is to move to the Big City. It is logical; my Beloved currently commutes over two hours each way each day. We would like to reclaim our evenings. I would like to reduce his stress levels and since I cannot change his job, it is the commute that must change. I repeat, it is logical. It is also scary and complete madness!
We have set a precedent by originally moving from the West Country to the South East, now we will complete the migration by moving to the Big City. It is the opposite of the general migration, I am aware; most people work in the Big City in their youth, move out to the country to have a family and then retire to the Coast. We have rarely done what most people do.
For as I walk in the country my Beloved is at home working on a London Budget for 2013. By the summer of 2013 our youngest will have finished at Sixth Form College and we will no longer be tied to our small market town by the children's education. So the plan is to move to the Big City. It is logical; my Beloved currently commutes over two hours each way each day. We would like to reclaim our evenings. I would like to reduce his stress levels and since I cannot change his job, it is the commute that must change. I repeat, it is logical. It is also scary and complete madness!
We have set a precedent by originally moving from the West Country to the South East, now we will complete the migration by moving to the Big City. It is the opposite of the general migration, I am aware; most people work in the Big City in their youth, move out to the country to have a family and then retire to the Coast. We have rarely done what most people do.
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