Last week we moved away from our home of four years to live with Rob’s mum in Horsham for a little while. I never thought I’d say I was excited about moving away from Brighton, but after 9 years in the city, I think we’re ready to move on.
I’ve always loved Brighton’s diversity, culture and events, but with a baby on the way, our lifestyle is going to drastically change. It’s not like we’re never going to go to a gig, comedy show or food festival again, but our priorities will change and so our requirements from our home town or city will too.
I’m looking forward to moving back to my home town of Northampton.
And I never thought I’d say that.
When I graduated from uni 11 years ago, moving back to your home town was seen as failure. People presumed that you haven’t got a job in your chosen career, or couldn’t afford to pay rent and bills and needed to move back home with your parents.
Things are different now. Many of my oldest, and still closest friends, now live back in Northampton too and I think one of those reasons is because you realise just how important family is as you get older. When I moved to Brighton, I was just 22 years old and didn’t think about the future. The future to me then was a year down the line. I had fallen in love with the city and found a college course I wanted to do that happened to be in Brighton, along with only four other places across the UK. I didn’t think about what I’d do when the course finished and I certainly didn’t expect to meet someone that I’d want to settle down with. I was too young, too carefree to think about the future. Being in my thirties seemed like a lifetime away.
Although I will miss elements of Brighton, I’m content that I’ve had my fix. I made the most of everything it had to offer me, made some lovely friends and some great memories along the way. And if I feel like I need a Brighton top-up, there’s always weekend trips in the summer to be had.
What we will need in this new phase is a support network of family and friends. We’ll want a big garden for our children to play in and a home to call our own, without having to worry about things going wrong in a rental house that won’t be fixed or the stress of wondering whether our tenancy contract will be renewed.
We’ll want a good local pub, café, bakery and village school. Friends to invite over for Friday night dinner and an invitation to a Sunday roast at my mum’s!
It’s scary because it’s difficult to envisage how the future will look. We’ll be in a new house, in a different part of the country, with a baby and self-employed. Could it be any different to my current life? But that’s what makes it so exciting too – and I’m happy that Northampton, where I grew up, will be a part of this next adventure.