The word came to me on the walk back from school. I see blossom and daffodils coming into bloom.

There is new life about. It is time to Spring into action.

After months of nothing but the bleak, our fortunes are turning.

There is a new job and a new place to discover for my husband initially and then the whole family at some point.

It will be a new life.

It took the support of lovely family members real and honorary to get us to this point. They needed to nurture us when we could not do that for ourselves. Online friends kept saying it would be OK when we feared the situation was terminal.

So my word of the week is REVIVAL.

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She had to make the phone call from a public telephone box as she had told her parents she had left Matthew months ago.

She used the one outside the fish and chip shop on High Street. She remembered going to the sweet shop a couple of doors down from the chippy when she was a kid on her first outing without her parents. Her older cousin was trusted to take care of her and he did. She reflected how simple things were then and how complex they were now.

She was living a double life one with her boyfriend Matthew and another fake life on her own 200 miles from home that she had “sold” to her parents to reassure them that Matt was out of her life once and for all.

“Hello, it’s me” she said when he picked up the phone.

Even now, she was looking round furtively hoping nobody she knew passed by.

“Hi, how’s things?”

“Oh, you know. OK. Listen. I’ll be back next Wednesday”.

“I will have moved out by then.”

Heart pounding somehow knowing this moment was always inevitable and yet also feeling physical pain at the words.

“What do you mean?”

“Listen, I need to know how to put CDs in this new player”

“You just press down on the lid”

Sudden realisation.

“But we don’t have any CDs?”

“Lisa does”

And everything became very clear indeed.

She walked home trying to figure out if she could hide the heartbreak from her Dad. There was little chance of that and she felt so very alone.

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The phone call came just before setting off on the school run time. Alex nearly did not answer it as she found school runs enough of a torment every day without the censure of teachers and yummy mummies if she turned up late.

It was her Mum.

“I’ve got a question for you but I don’t know how you will feel about it. You can say no if you want to”

“What is it Mum?” asked Alex with her eye on the kitchen clock.

“Well, we were just wondering if we could come and spend Christmas with you this year?”

Lots of thoughts went through Alex’s mind in an instant. She would love her parents to come for Christmas. It was a long held dream but because her Mum was the ultimate control freak, she had never expected it to happen.

There were concerns about how her husband would feel about the idea along with abject panic at the thought of matching her Mum’s fantastic cookery.

“If Joel does not want us to come, just say so.”

“No, he will love it. It’s a great idea”

“We’ll only stop for Christmas Day and Boxing Day”

“You can stay as long as you like. Listen Mum, I’ve got to pick the kids up now”

“Alright love but remember what I said. If Joel does not want us there, we won’t be offended”.

Chuckling to herself at the idea of any rejection of her Mum not resulting in major offence, Alex ended the call.

What had brought about what in any other family would be a fairly normal request she did not know. She knew it was probably big but could not work it out.

My husband had a great job offer confirmed yesterday. It is on the South coast in Hampshire so our lives will be changing a lot in the coming weeks and months.

It is very exciting and I suspect will bring lots of opportunities our way. Inevitably it is also a little daunting with accommodation and schools to sort for a start.

My husband is over the moon if a little in shock after such a bumpy few months. Even right at the end, the Royal British Legion were threatening progress by refusing to provide a decent reference. That changed amazingly enough after I took to Twitter. A little direct action always helps in cases of injustice.

The good thing about them being so difficult is my husband made contact with other potential referees who were more than happy to help and phoned up the new employer to tell them so.

Initial talks suggest that my husband will start work a week on Monday so he will go down alone initially.

I feel odd today.

I have a day where I can stop trawling job sites and so on.

It feels a long time since I concentrated on me and my hopes and dreams. I am a bit like my late Mum and throw myself into any project and the main project has been getting my husband sorted out since last May especially as the treatment by his last employers had an adverse impact on his mental health. Challenging months and I have not always revealed just how challenging. Now there is time for me and also time to spend more quality time with the children.

The children are all positive about the move. I think they are relieved that this period in our lives is nearly over and that a new adventure awaits. Of course, they will miss their friends but they will make new ones.

We are moving to the area that my late Dad spoke of with such affection having done his Royal Navy Training there in World War Two. That seems very right. I imagine how keen he would have been about the move and how he would have insisted on regular booze cruises over to France. Would like to think he had a little hand in all this.

Thank you to everyone who has offered support practically and emotionally in recent months. It really has got me through and helped me to keep hope even on the bleakest of days. You know who you are and you are amazing.

Now to start trawling accommodation sites!