swampy and i have finally achieved what we thought to be a near impossibility...
i am finally moving back to the village i was brought up in, in the new forest...now the centre of the new forest national park.
we have been waiting for this for over two years and now it has happened i am feeling an odd sort of anti-climax~i think its because we now have the prospect of packing our belongings and unpacking again at the other end!
last time we moved it was done in a rush~this time i am better prepared and this morning i ordered a good selection of boxes which will be delivered tomorrow,
so we will be packing up everything we will not need for the next few weeks.
i am hoping to get our moving date very soon, the best thing about this is that we will have a second bedroom, allowing friends, step-teen and step-neice to come and stay, more room (loft space to hide the things we cant part with but dont want out! a proper back garden not concrete slabs, the village shops are only a few minutes walk and best of all mum and sam will be a five minute walk away...a walk i can manage when i have good days!
we will hate to leave dorset, it is such a beautiful place~i was 'talking' to my dear soul-sister about this via e-mail this morning when i was up really early unable to sleep~exciement?
as much as i love dorset the new forest is my home, it is the place where i feel comfortable...when ever we drive over to see my mum and hit the edge of the forest boundary i do feel such a feeling of coming home, of no longer being a stranger...the funny thing is that on doing my family tree i discovered a great branch of my family, covering about 6 individual families came from two little villages right on the northern tip of the forest~when i mentioned it to my mum she said, as it was her family, that we had come back home years ago without realising it!