Today we got the news we have been waiting weeks for. We have exchanged contracts which means it’s now legally binding and fully official….
We’re moving to Cornwall!
Despite being a relatively easy and quick process this time round, with only having to sell a house and not buy as well, it’s still felt really drawn out. I have lacked motivation and felt in limbo over the past few weeks as we haven’t been able to start packing until this point, in case for some reason, the sale didn’t go through. I guess as well, it hasn’t really felt real.
But now we have 4 weeks to pack up our life in the West Midlands, say our goodbyes and make the 240 mile journey to our new home.
Time to get busy!
Knowing that we have a fixed move date to work towards, it’s like someone’s thrown a switch. There’s so much to do but we have started to make some in roads. Ste is working his notice, we did a car boot sale at the weekend to get rid of some stuff (and made £135!) and we can finally start packing.
We’ve secured a storage facility to house our furniture as the cottage we are renting for a few months is already furnished. It’s going to be strange not having our familiar belongings with us, but corny as it sounds, we’ll have each other, the cats, our surfboards and the ocean right on our doorstep.
And in between the logistical stuff, we’ll be meeting up with family and friends to say temporary goodbyes until we see them again when they visit us in our new home.
Mixed up kid
The past few weeks have been a mixed bag of emotions. I started out excited but that turned into guilt for leaving family behind and fear as time went by – what if this is all a big mistake and we end up in financial ruin? I have played out the worse case scenario in my mind hundreds of time (cos I’m a real pessimist) – the one where we end of bankrupt and sleeping on the beach!
I have even worried about making friends. It’s not something I tend to have trouble with but in recent years, friends have come and gone and I can now count mine in the Midlands on less than 5 digits (sad I know).
It happens to us all for various reasons – kids come along, life gets in the way and I guess for me, surfing has had a massive impact. I have a couple of really good landlocked surf friends but those who don’t surf just don’t get it. And unfortunately, I really believe that surfing played a part in the breakdown of a particular friendship which has left me wary because of the way I was treated; I guess you could say a bit scarred by the whole experience. It’s made me feel like I did something wrong but from what I can see, my crime was that I got into surfing and for once I followed my own path instead of trying to walk along someone else’s…
But its time to draw a line in the sand and find some more like-minded people who share my passion for surfing and life by the sea. I have had a couple of messages from friends I made in Cornwall offering help if I needed it and promises to meet up which really put a smile on my face. And after posting on the Surf Senoritas group on Facebook today, I have been made to feel welcome by someone I have never met before with a reassuring picture of how friendly and open the surf community is in the Cornish town where she lives.
Cue a few messages later and I may just have made another friend who I hope to surf with as soon as I’m settled in.
Slowly, the fear is once again turning to excitement at the promise of meeting new people, surfing, beach walks, trying new things, and exploring the beautiful coastline. I have been handed a blank piece of paper and the list of things I want to do as soon as we have moved is endless – there is so much to see, do and experience.
It’s a chance to start over and embrace a way of life that I once only dreamed of…