I’m not generally one for reviewing the year that’s gone by, and I definitely don’t make New Year’s resolutions anymore, but it does feel like 2023 requires a little more reflection than usual. I guess once days and years pass into the rear-view mirror then a year can be condensed into one or two big events that stay in the memory.
So for me moving house is the big one for 2023. I’ve already written a fair amount about it, but having been here for 9 months now, I still wouldn’t say I feel entirely settled in. That’s mainly because I live a curious hybrid existence. Over this month and last I’ve probably spent a third of my nights here. The rest are at Dad’s as I commute to work from there. I haven’t really made the final jump. Commuting daily from here is an impossibility on my budget, and I can’t afford a car for the same reason, so the ideal scenario would be to get a job closer to home. I’ve been keeping an eye open but it’s been slim pickings for weeks, so I just keep doing the same and picking up my pay packet at the end of the month.
For this reason the move doesn’t feel as momentous as it might have done. It sort of feels like my holiday home. Financial constraints mean I haven’t been able to do everything with it I would like to, which adds to the slightly alien feel of the place. None of this is to say I regret the move, I’m very glad I’ve done it. 18 months ago the process of owning my own flat was in its infancy – I never thought that I’d end up where I have, but being by the coast is exactly where I wanted to end up, and I’m kind of proud that I’ve made it happen.
I’m looking forward to the holiday season more than usual this year too, as it’s the first in a while when our small family will be together. My sister is hosting, there will be good food and wine and some excellent games in order, and of course doing the rounds with friends is always a pleasure. It’s been a hard year work-wise, and to have this time feels like a reward, and one that’s deserved. A Merry Christmas to all.