The whole point of starting this blog was to write about the move from town to country, and instead I’ve written one post about my struggles working from home and another about a local character. So, here is a bit of back story about why we moved:
Moving from living in Sutton, and leaving our secure teaching posts in Sutton and Kingston was a pretty monumental decision. We love London – we were living close to our immediate families and lots of dear old friends in Surrey and all over London. The schools in South London are fantastic; our older son was attending a great school (the one I was teaching in, of course! Haha!) and Jim was also working in an excellent school. Our decision stemmed from a yearning for the sea, but also for bigger reasons – in 2013 I suffered a break down. To cut a long story short: panic attacks and depression due to stress from work, long commute with child in tow, financial worries (Jim was back at uni), family health worries, etc. It really did make us re-assess things and look at what our priorities were at the time. We talked back then about how to ease a lot of these issues and we made vague plans for a move to the coast in the future…
Fast forward to June 2014. We had son #2 at St Helier’s Hospital near Sutton. Amazing (more on that another time!). We knew I’d have roughly 6 months of maternity, and then I’d have to go back to my teaching post. We booked a couple of camping trips to explore areas we’d theoretically like to live. Focusing on Dorset and Devon. And then in August we took our new baby and 6 year old camping several times! Yay!
After a summer of cogitating and fantasising about coastal life, we decided that Devon was where we’d like the boys to grow up. Surf, sand, open spaces, outdoor living…
Teaching jobs are annoying to apply for because they come out at certain points during the academic year, and James would need to keep a look out for posts from February, that started in September, so he could hand in notice by the year deadline in May.
Interviews came flying in and he had to travel down the night before for 9am starts! He landed a great job, in Torrington, in April, so now we had to find somewhere to rent from August.
We started to panic when we came down for Jim’s “meet the class” day in July, and we had not been able to find anywhere to live yet! We camped again for a couple of nights, and then we found out that one of James’s new pupils had a mum who managed the local estate agents! Yay! I joked with her about her son’s teacher living in a tent come September (not actually joking at this point…it was looking like a distinct possibility) and she got on the case pretty sharpish. Helen (well, her minion, Matt) found us a perfectly located, pretty massive temporary home for the start of August!
The plan was that once we had settled both Jim and Eoin into school, we could start hunting for houses and sussing out areas we wanted to buy in.
I’ll post about house buying at some point soon…When I’ve calmed down…until then this’ll have to do!