It could be a fresh start, a chance to create the perfect home for my daughter and shake off bad memories and disappointments.
But the thought of moving is scary too. Will it be a safe area? Will there be good broadband? Will a developer build houses in the field out front? Then there's the fear of losing my support network of doctors, babysitters, hairdressers, all those essential people that help us to live our lives in comfort.
Sometimes I look at houses and apartments in the city, but I also dream of moving to the country. Originally Wexford, but that ship has sailed. Now I'm being a bit more sensible and considering bungalows and cottages within easy reach of Dublin, and sometimes I go and look at one in real life, and explore the area, just to enjoy the space, the peace, the birdsong and the big skies above.
And so it was that I found myself one sunny morning heading out in the car to look at a run down bungalow near the coast.
|Though this one did have a distant sea view...|
I would need a builder and an architect. But oh it was on a lovely quiet lane, yet just a few minutes in the car from the motorway in one direction and a large supermarket in the other. Gotta keep dreaming and hoping right?