It will be three years soon, and I’m still living in the same house, the same area.
I need to move and am working towards ‘letting go’. I don’t want to be faced with difficult spots, painful memories wherever I go. I think a fresh start would be a good idea now.
But I’ve lived in the same house for 20 years. I’ve spent 2 years tidying and sorting and now know every corner and where everything is.
I’m attached to it, I’m comforted by the familiarity, and I don’t fancy the disruption of a move.
Nevertheless, it has to be done.
In other news –
I keep seeing things in my local area that I want to tell you about, that you would have been interested in.
That new school has opened already, by the station, which you thought was in such a bad spot because it would add to already ridiculous traffic.
They have added more ‘street furniture’ everywhere in the form of benches, which promptly become used by large groups of vagrants drinking beer all day. (I remember your opinions on street furniture!)
Yet another place we knew well has closed – the Indian takeaway ‘Depa’ which we used for so many years for deliveries. I don’t like things that provided me with comfort not being available any more (!!!)
You would hardly recognise the area around Victoria station – so much new building, huge new office blocks and new bars and restaurants (which we could have explored).
And finally –
I saw a small dead black and white bird on the pavement right in front of me today, in the town centre. Must have been a pied wagtail, hit by a car.
Unusual. Not nice. I refuse to give it any significance.