The Decision to Move
28 Sep 2015
I had it all, a beautiful home in an idyllic setting, a loving husband and enough money to survive…yet I wanted more. I wanted the opportunity to stretch myself and to provide for the future and the only way I could do that was to undertake more education or training.
I looked into University Courses but the logistics of funding and work would have been a nightmare so with my husband firmly beside me I applied to the NHS Graduate Training Scheme, we knew it would be hard work but we also knew it would be worth it.
I finally got the call but it was the bittersweet realisation that although I could achieve my dreams I'd need to move cross country. My husband has never lived anywhere else, his family and friends are all in theNorth West. We looked at all the options - me staying away all week and returning home at the weekend, relocating, declining the offer but ultimately there was no choice so that's it - we're off to the North East.
We went flat hunting this last weekend; we had appointments to view 4 properties. Sat outside property 1 waiting for the agent we started to doubt the decision - the rowdy pub opposite and the busy road outside didn't fill us country bumpkins with joy - and neither did the condition of the property when we got inside. We were warned we probably wouldn't like the next property and our hearts sank further as we realised we may have driven three hours for nothing but we continued to search.
Property 2 was in a village, neatly tucked away from the main road - views across the fields and a spare bedroom big enough for a double bed and study area. It's notBuckinghamPalacebut it is big enough for not just our furniture but for our lives. We looked briefly into property 3 (another non-starter) and didn't need to see property 4.
Despite warnings from different people we knew this is the place for us so we're following our hearts and my dreams into our new life, there's just the minor issue of packing up the old one first…