As many of you know, we are being unceremoniously chucked out of our house. Our landlords decided to sell, couldn't find a buyer, decided to rent it again, but didn't specify how long for. Basically after a lot of uncertainty, we could wait no longer and found another dog-friendly cottage in St Albans (more on that next time).
Even though the last few weeks have not been overly joyous with estate agents breathing down our necks and the landlords flip-flopping, we have genuinely loved this little cottage. It has been our home for more than 3.5 years and during that time we have grown to love the area and found some really fantastic friends. We aren't moving far and will still be able to walk in the park and see everyone here often, but the proximity to the open fields and the feeling of relaxation that we felt walking down Fishpool Street every evening will no longer be a part of our lives.
We are quite used to moving, as everyone knows, but this is the first time we are moving because of someone else's decision. It is a different mentality to have - more denial, less excitement. It is alright though, we have spent the day packing - not a terribly relaxing day off work - and the excitement is beginning to build.
Guinness has been feeling quite worried over the whole mess of boxes and wrapping and suitcases. He spent the day either exploring what we were doing, sitting outside pouting or trying to get some shut eye in the most inconvenient places he could find.
We have our doubts about the next place, but who knows, we might be pleasantly surprised. Regardless, we will make it our home and hope that the next time we move, it will be once again of our choosing.
