My mind has been racing for the last week. Some of the thoughts are: I had always said it would be a 12 – 24 month sabbatical, so do I just go home in October – that would be 12 months. Do I want to stay another year – will it be all that different or just more of the same? What about all the European travel I had intended? Can I find another place here – I see people on social media all the time looking in vain. I have so much ‘stuff’ as this is now a fully furnished three-bedroom house. I was even planning on buying lawn chairs! And I hate selling things. Hate it. I admire people who take the time to post on Kijiji and meet the buyer, and sell each item – God, even thinking about it has me wanting to go and lie down until I feel better.
What if I can’t find somewhere? Will I leave early? I know my cousin had been counting on me to bring her dad down to Kent for Christmas – I was looking forward to spending the holidays with them too. Maybe I stay in the UK an extra two months, travelling around (yes, because Great Britain in November is just delightful).
Or do I look elsewhere in the UK? I think it has to be the UK, as I have health coverage here – I’m not sure what the implications of moving to France or Germany would be (might not even be an option – stupid Brexiteers). Maybe not Shetland – that’s just too far. Are the Hebrides too remote? Does it have to be an island? Does is have to Scotland? Northern Ireland seemed lovely when I was there. Or what about the Isle of Man? I loved Yorkshire – maybe a village in the north of England? Oh dear, too many ideas, too many options.
My head hurts.