We’ve been back in Yorkshire for 2 weeks now, and are busy planning the next visit to the house in France. People have warned us that splitting living between 2 places means we’ll never quite feel at home in either place..... I just hope we can make it work. Watching the weather forecast for Carcassonne, while avoiding puddles in Hebden Bridge has had me wishing I was there at the moment...there is so much I want to do in the garden. I want to explore the abbey, not as a tourist, but as someone who lives close to it. I want to have a better understanding of the Cathars, I want to practice my French....not with Mark, for fun, but for real. I want to watch French TV, and actually understand what is happening in the build up to the elections next spring ( and discover French soaps !).
However, seeing Jess twice last week as she came home to do some work on a couple of essays, meeting her in Manchester later this week to see Arctic Monkeys, having lunch with a Sharon, from ward 4c, on Wednesday, Matt, Sarah, Dexter and Clark coming for tea on Thursday, coffee with Carole on Friday, and spending nearly a whole day with Liam...feeding ducks, collecting autumn leaves, playing traffic jams with the toy cars underneath the pew in the back room..... none of these things can be done, when we’re a 2 hour flight away. Even though it actually takes less time to get to the house in France than it does to drive down to London......all these very important people wont be able to pop in for coffee, or make spur of the moment decisions to call in for a natter.
“Home” still feels like here in Yorkshire..... but I am hoping so much that home will become wherever we are when we are there. I want Jess and Jodie and Sarah ( and their men ! ) to feel they can hop on a flight and come for a few days, not just a long time planned prearranged “holiday”.
It is all a bit confusing, but incredibly exciting...... I am very hopeful.....all will be well.
Matt, Clark & Dexter with Mark,earlier this week.