Settling back into our house in Liverpool once again. The contrast is stark: coming from remote, rural Devon to the downbeat neighbourhood just 2 1/2 miles from the city centre of Liverpool requires some adjustment of thought. Looking back on the year away has left me with interesting emotions that I hadn't expected. I had always dreamt of a life in the countryside, however, I am so happy to be home, even if all the neighbours are crazy, drunk or on drugs. I guess there are still some raw feelings left over from living in close quarters with family and the delicate balance that requires, along with the relentless quest that was work, which, I am happy to say, is now at a more realistic level.
William has started nursery school at the Everton Nursery School and Family Centre and he loves it. The nursery school is rated Ofsted Outstanding and has won local awards, which, despite my reluctance to base my initial curiosity on a government rating, I have to say, it is pretty well organised and their facilities are excellent.
Family time is so much more delightfully 'ordinary' now that we are all under one roof, living, working and playing in the same city, which for Raj and myself is the first time in about 7 years. My nesting instincts are as fierce as ever (when I say nesting, it is really an intolerance of disorder and discomfort) and I have enjoyed making our home again and look forward to little projects here and there to make it more lovely. Spending time together doing simple things is now free of guilt or anxiety about time and distance.
Tea in Mello Mello cafe
