Before we left for Vegas, we had an offer on the cottage.
Quite low and including most of the furnishings.
We couldn't settle on a price, so no deal was made. Part of me was quite relieved. While I look forward to finding a part time home in Florida and helping Mr. Raz with his plans to expand his business into the US, part of me doesn't want to sell this place.
Which is weird because I love to move.
I started to feel the attachment when they asked for the furniture, (a common request with a cottage), but it made me realise that it won't be easy to let go of all my Bits. Almost everything has a story, like this wing chair, which was my mums, now wearing a new slip, but dusty pink underneath, or the little cupboard underneath the wall cabinet, that my friend and I found one Spring day after venturing into the most appalling vintage shop we have ever been in.
But now I have itchy feet. Bored already with Winter, finished with the home renos, and no Florida scouting trips yet, I feel the need for a change I have a couple of new clients next week, and that is always exciting, but I am still looking for a bit of a new direction.
I would love to have some livestock. A cow, chickens, and a donkey called Semolina after my Granny;s donkey(a forever dream of mine). That would be my "wave the magic wand" wish, but given I live in the suburbs, that just isn't about to happen.
When you feel the need for change, do you take it as a sign to do something new, or slap yourself on the wrist and tell yourself to be be content with all the good things you have?