A Jolly Holiday & A Little Extra
Recently, and not recently at all, Mr M and I spent a few days in Plymouth. It's a monster drive from the East Midlands but having done it a gabillion times (it's a real amount) and with the call of Pasty's it's a drive we take as often as we can.
Plymouth and me go way back, it has a massive place in my heart and it's somewhere I could not live without visiting. There is so much sentiment there that the sheer thought of it brings me out in a little idiot grin, and whilst travelling to new places and going on fresh new adventures is great, sometimes treading those familiar streets is just what you need for a break.
It's quite grounding going back to a favourite place I find, and as I've gotten older I've fast learnt that even when you think you know everything about a place there is still something new to find and explore.
Both Mr M and I have roots down South, he's more East and I'm more West but we are both definitely Southerners at heart. It has been a goal of ours for a while now to eventually move back down to "The South".
It's a goal that we are finally putting into action. With all the boring grown up stuff around jobs, mortgages, and house prices, it's something that isn't going to happen over night, but we are starting to tidy our house up a bit and make the preparations to make one of the biggest moves in our lives.
It could take a year, it could take 3 but it's exciting and scary, and a little bit daunting at the same time. But, hey, all the best things are, right?