Corrections!!

I've just looked back at my last entry and realised that I got the date I saw my house wrong! Maybe I'm living in a time-warp or was a bit confused when I wrote that entry. I first saw that house in January 2006, paid for it in the Easter that same year, and spent the whole of that following summer with my friend James there. It was a very difficult time, full of highs and lows. One day, I was upstairs building a stud wall, whilst downstairs, he was demolishing some of the existing ones. There were times when I wondered what I was doing - it wasn't like I was rich enough to afford 2 houses! At times I wanted to run away and escape from the chaos I seemed to have brought upon myself, but I stuck it out, and by the end of the summer, I was fully committed to my new house. Perhaps I was seduced by all the flowers laid daily at my door(see pics), or maybe it was the pitch black nights, unpolluted by street lights, or the sound of birds in the morning, and the view of the orchard from my bedroon window.
Summer 2007 was a turning point in my life: 2 weeks into my 10 week stay in the house, I couldn't imagine not being there all the time and felt I would be happier there; I decided to give up my job and house in Sheffield and move to Ménéac, and so, 2 days before I leave Sheffield and my home of 20+ years behind, I'm hoping that feeling continues. As I sit here in what has been my favorite room for the last few years, I look around at my life here, stashed in boxes, and I know my friends are behind me in my decision. And I am still trusting in my mum to have chosen wisely for me!