Friday

'So I was thinking, if you don't want to move to England, we could move to Tasmania?'. Jamie's been a bit miserable here for a while. Not intolerably so, just squish it way down where no one can see it unhappy. I don't want to move back to the UK. But it's crowded around here, conservative, and - well, we're bored. Plus, how long can we maintain a five acre property for?

'Sure!' says I, much to his shock. I think he thought he'd have to talk me into it, but he did talk about doing a boat building course in Tassie next year and I said yes, so I don't know what kind of wife he thinks I am.

^{Could this be our new home?}

Saturday

We spend all day gardening and barely touch the sides. The house up the road has gone on the market. Houses are selling for waaaay more than we ever expected, due to the pandemic. We could do a straight swap for a place in Tassie. But we want to be closer to the ocean (I need surf, and just the ocean) and Jamie wants to sail.

I message my bestie in Tasmania. She is teaching a vipassana course so can't talk. She doesn't believe me for ages. She's wanted me to move down for like, forever.

Sunday 7 am

I get a Whatapp from Tam. She's already sending me links to houses on realestate.com.au. We start looking. And then there's a snap - we both find the same house at the same time and send it to each other. It's in a place called Dodges Ferry.

I'm just going to give you images from realestate.com.au because that's where I am right now, drinking my Sunday cuppa, so don't get annoyed with me. But look at the place! Not THESE places, because obviously we haven't bought a house YET - but does this mean I CAN LIVE BY THE SEA AGAIN??? I'm starting to feel queasy. Let's do it, I say.

Jamie starts looking at jobs. There's a good handful. I tell him I'll call the bank on Monday, see where we are at. I'll call the real estate agent, see what they reckon. Oh, and I better call my parents as well.