One thing is for sure, things cannot go on as they are. I know I can no longer
afford to live in this house, now the maintenance payments have slowed to a
trickle and could dry up at any time. I know my youngest son will leave school
this year, hopefully to start a more independent life for himself at
University. And I know that my hands are telling me in no uncertain terms that
I can no longer earn an income with them, as the joints swell and burn. No
ambiguous messages there then, so what next?
We have talked through the
worries we both have about moving in together, my lover and I, about making a
life together, and it's exciting and scary in equal measure, but somehow we
seem to have moved from 'shall we live together' to 'where shall we live
together'. We could go almost anywhere, all our children now being young
adults, and that's both liberating and frightening. We have a life here,
friends, work, things we enjoy doing together. Could we find all the things we
need in a strange place? Can we make a fresh start somewhere new?
We have looked at possible houses and they all have problems - one is a complete wreck and needs renovating, another is perfect, but a little too expensive and in the middle of Suffolk, another was snatched from under our noses, and yet another is liable to flooding.
I keep looking for a sign, a way forward. These are tough decisions and there are no easy answers. Where are the angels when you need them?
We have looked at possible houses and they all have problems - one is a complete wreck and needs renovating, another is perfect, but a little too expensive and in the middle of Suffolk, another was snatched from under our noses, and yet another is liable to flooding.
I keep looking for a sign, a way forward. These are tough decisions and there are no easy answers. Where are the angels when you need them?