I’m sitting at my desk (a temporary one, as I have sold my main one because it is too big for my new place), surrounded by cardboard boxes, with only a day and a half before I leave this flat, in which I have lived for 8 years, and London, in which I have lived for even longer.
I feel very lucky because I seem to have found the ideal location – a converted stables in the countryside on a bus route to the nearest town (which is very small, but with lots of good shops and facilities, and seemingly a lot of life for its size), and good connections to the nearest city, and even back to London.
I'm amazed that I've stayed well in spite of being so busy, but I think part of it is because I'm so much looking forward to this change that it's giving me energy. Also because I simply have to stay well in order for this move to happen, and might get some pay-back from this after I arrive. While I hope that doesn’t happen, and will do what I can to prevent a setback, I’m prepared for it as an acceptable price for moving to this new location.
I really do feel that this move will be an important part of my recovery, and feel extremely positive about possible outcomes for me once I’m there. I probably won’t have internet access for a while after moving in, but will write more from the other end when I’m back on-line.
