Moving limbo

We're moving.

In theory. It's all so slow.

We are going to Polesworth, a village outside Tamworth, the town where I grew up. There's nothing to hold me in London any more now that I can work remotely and the few regular things I used to do regularly dried up.

We have a dog. A needy dog. It makes being spontaneous difficult. Being near family should hopefully mean she can be looked after from time to time while we go do other things without costing us a fortune. And it means people we can see more regularly.

Today our house was surveyed, so hopefully the purchase will kick into motion soon. 5-10 working days for the report to land with the buyer, though. We had buyers lined up before but they withdrew under mysterious circumstances.

I miss people.

I miss having a record of the day-to-day to look back on.

Will this be another inevitable false start of "I'm back to journalling!"? Maybe...