Well it’s
been a while, so much to say, but sometimes I think best kept quiet. Firstly
the summer is over (I am sure you have all noticed). It has been a tumultuous
summer, so many decisions. My little boy started reception. Unfortunately we
missed out on the better school. We almost
rented a house within catchment just to get him on the waiting list for the
better school. It seemed crazy to move to a rented house, a smaller more
expensive house in a posh part of town – but mans house is his castle.
Perhaps it
was fate that the letting agent made a mistake and we backed off from the move
a week before the contract. The landlord was to demanding and unwilling to make
changes. I couldn’t give up a bigger
better house that I OWN (which we’d only moved in four years ago). I had only moved to our current house so that
my younger sister could retain her independence as it was close to town, train
station, bus station and so on) and that my mum would be happy staying walking
distance from her grandchildren (walking distance for the grandchildren- mum doesn’t
walk anywhere). However my sister got married last year and moved, so the
location is no longer a factor.
I have
moved about ten times in the last 30 years that I feel transient and NOT at all
settled. Priorities change with every change, every child, and every decision. I’m
still seeking that ideal, - nowhere to be found.
About my
little boys schooling, well these are things we thought about, but
circumstances meant we couldn’t do much about it. Now we are in a position, it’s
hard to move house, so we have given ourselves three years to make things
better. What I have discovered is that a move requires careful planning and
consideration.
I have a friend
that moved countries to give his children a better education, I couldn’t move
house. I wonder what sacrifices do
parents make, what goes through their mind when a child is about to embark on a
life long journey of learning?
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