January 10, 2013
Separation Anxiety
We are currently going through one of our occasional phases of looking into moving home. There are reasons for doing so, benefits to be had, but it's difficult to negotiate the process properly when the very idea gives me the screaming heebie-jeebies.
I love our flat. It is basically my favourite place in the whole world and I find it hard to imagine living anywhere else. Over the years both Ian and I have had actual wake-up-in-terror nightmares about having left it.
Yesterday we looked at a house in Pyrland Road, a few doors down from where I grew up. An estate agent visited us to evaluate our property. Another one is coming today. I can feel the panic setting in.
I have no idea how far we'll go with it this time out -- we strode briskly to the brink but are now squinting down at the abyss beyond, reeling in dismay -- but if it turns out that we do leave -- if the demands of living require it -- it will be dismal and heartbreaking, like a messy divorce between people still in love.
Expect tantrums and tears.
(Happy '13, btw.)
Posted by matt at January 10, 2013 10:07 AM