Somewhere to Live

I've finally got somewhere sorted to live next year. I've been attracted to the building before — it's of the grand Victorian sort which gleams white in the sun and speaks of real endurance and strength. As stressful as it is at times, I'm coming to quite enjoy the act of moving from place to place. Being forced to pack things up every year, to sort out, to throw away, is an act of self-renewal which I'm sure we all need at least once a year. To be constantly changing one's horizons — even slightly — is surely an essential part of the human experience. There are few people happy with staying in the same place all their life.

So, in four weeks, it will be Bye Bye to this old Victorian horse and Hello to another.