A bit more of a chatty post today, but I've had SO many people ask why Connor & I have decided to move back to Bournemouth, I figured I'd address it here.
If you've been around here for more than a few weeks, you'll know that the last year has been a really hard one for me. My grandfather was diagnosed with a terminal brain tumour just before Christmas, and sadly, we lost him in June, after months of putting up a good fight. Since then, or, since his diagnosis really, I've found it really hard being in London, away from my family.
Connor's Masters finishes in mid September, and he ended up securing the ideal job for him, working for himself from home, full time on an awesome project he's exciting for. Since that means we're both essentially freelancers now, it meant we could be anywhere.
And for me, the only option really was to go home. It's not permanent, who knows where we will be in five years time, but right now, I'm craving home. Right now, I kinda associate London with feeling disconnected, and anxious. Every time the phone rings I jump and panic it's someone calling with bad news. I feel like I need a little time to recuperate, time spent with my family, time spent living life a little slower than in London.
Luckily, Con is more than happy to head back with me. Since rent in Bournemouth is about a third less than what we're paying in London, we'll have a bit more disposable income, so we're planning a few trips, a few treats, and just generally, we're looking forward to spending a little more time together. Our four years in London have been great, but they've been hectic, and we've barely spent any time together during them. We're looking forward to reclaiming our evenings and weekends, and living life a little more, rather than just working all the time.
We have a move out date of September 27th, so things are going to be pretty hectic until then, but I can't wait to share this new chapter with you all.
Thank you, as always, for all the love and support. You guys rock.