Yeah, I very rapidly talked myself out of even considering
a move to Devon.
The whole point of taking on this house was because we got fed up constantly
moving around when we were house-sitting. I've got a very good job that I enjoy
immensely, that I have got better at over the past couple of years, (with confident
expectations that I'll get even better at it), and that I am comfortable at,
which is the first time in my life I've really been able to say that. Philippa
has a good job at a good surgery, and is now doing a course to become a sports
massage therapist, with people in this area already lining up to use her once
she's qualified. My sisters are both in the adjoining county, so we get to see
them fairly often, and the bottom line is that we love the area here and feel
very, very blessed to live in the house we do, in the village that we do. So
why entertain the thought of moving about as far West from here as it's
possible to go?
I haven't had the discussion with Gavin yet, because I'd like him to think I've
given it more consideration than I actually have, but yeah - I'll be politely
declining his offer.
RC 6-9-23
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