THE BIG MOVE TO THE COUNTRY
I remember when I was living in London I thought that I would never leave the city and move to the country; I will never be that person, how life changes hey! When I met my husband Nick at work, things happened so fast, when I say fast, I mean fast! We literally met and got engaged within 2 months and then fell pregnant with our first baby weeks after! Some say we are crazy; we say crazy in love and put it all down to fate! We decided we wanted to be married, ideally before our baby was born, totally a personal choice, but we felt like it was the right thing for us to do so, once again, we just got on with it… shot gun wedding at 30 weeks pregnant! You know what, even writing this, I do sound slightly impulsive. People always used to say to me, “When you know, you know” I never really got that until I met Nick! Soppy alert!! We sure did not waste any more time!
When we found out we were expecting, it was almost like a nesting instinct said to me… move to the country Dominique and nest!! It’s bonkers, the urge to literally gather up little twigs, make a nest, settle down and wait for your eggs to hatch like a little bird! Hormones are a funny thing; it all hits you when you least expect it. We found our house out in the ‘sticks’, again by fluke, we saw it online and fell in love with it. It needs a lot of work, its old and needs some TLC, but it was perfect for us. By this stage, I was quite heavily pregnant, I felt a little anxious that we had moved somewhere brand new and I had no support network for when I had the baby.
I had started to lose contact with a lot of my work friends, which was a real shame as they were like a family to me. When you travel as much as I did and also work such long hours you end up spending a lot of time with your work friends. It’s a real shame, but I guess its evolution of life. I have kept in contact with some key friends. Love that saying ‘You meet people, for a reason, a season or a life time’ so bloody true.
As I have got older and potentially turning into a bit of a hippy (it’s my childhood in Devon that has come out in me!) I have realised it’s not about materialistic things in life, it’s about love, family, happiness and health that really counts. That’s the foot print that we leave behind.
I miss my London life in many ways, I miss being able to have a hot skinny latte on the tube and sit in peace reading the Metro. I miss being able to pop into Oxford Street and check out all the new ranges that hit down, to be able to grab some sushi, go for cocktails with my girlfriends. That’s all well and good, I still love all that, but having a family and a husband who adores me, that fills my soul with love. It’s about having a balance of the two… have not cracked it yet! One day hopefully we will get our lives back in some way, but for now I will rock the mum bun and a cold cup of tea!
Much love
Dominique x