I should start by saying I wanted to open with a title to create suspense, but Neil said if I put ‘announcement’ in there it would sound like something else. And nothing doing. Which is unfair on many levels.
So the title does what it says: We’re moving back to Edinburgh!
Regular readers will know that we moved from Edinburgh to the country four years ago. My postnatal anxiety was still a thing, and I honestly thought the fresh air would help. Not so much.
Anyway, we’ve kind of spent the last two years trying to get back to the city. Or around it. We spent a lot of time trying to find a wheelchair accessible house.
And after so many almosts, I needed a break.
I mentioned in my last post we went on a road trip. We like to do that, and it happens a lot. But I didn’t spill on the reason this time.
We turned house alerts back on over New Year. Found one that might be suitable. To avoid disappointment, I sent my wheelchair measurements to a family friend who did a video walk through for us, and we made a second appointment to see it ourselves.
But I like to have options and didn’t want to travel to see one place. So Neil sent me the link to another place. (We send each other messages from the home office to the kitchen.) So, he sends the link and I reply YES! and we actually have two appointments.
This happened kinda fast, so the next day we got in our accessible car, and followed the rain down to Edinburgh. Rain is good luck. I also asked for good vibes on Facebook. But I kinda vague-booked and didn’t say what for. Sorry. And thank you.
We actually stayed in my old neigborhood in Glasgow and took the bridge to Edinburgh. A flying visit, as my Dad says. Except in the car.
Which is where I had a panic attack, right before place numero uno. But I mananged to get in all the rooms, even the bathroom. And the bedroom that would be Isla’s room is kinda bigger than her current room. So.
Good vibes going into the second appointment. Where I couldn’t get a turning circle, or wedge into the rooms.
And so, we applied for the first one. Went back to Glasgow and took Isla to the restaurant where we met. But it’s a different place now.
‘My Mummy and Daddy had their first date here,’ Isla says.
Time is weird.
‘I think they know. Because I’m crying.’
All because two people took lettuce off their burgers at the same time.
After that we headed up the road. I may have started to pack books.
I couldn’t eat.
I ate everything.
And now there’s a to-do list. And boxes, and we’re moving back to Edinburgh.
We’re renting, but just this morning I’m reading this post about maximizing accessibility in your home.
As for me, I’m on a quest to down-size and declutter.
I’m also open to Edinburgh blogger opportunities. Hi.
To everyone who has followed the journey so far, thank you. Stay tuned for the next chapter.
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