I've spent most of this evening worrying. Thoughts have been flying ...no, attacking me with such voracity that I am compelled to alleviate the stress by starting up this blog. Who else will listen? At least I'm being productive. When I think about it, I normally spend alot of my time fretting about what I've to do and the time that I've wasted thinking about the ever increasing work or list load that grows with every thought.
The truth is I'm still reeling from a major decision that I made 32 days ago. I RESIGNED!!!! Not quite a New Year's resolution (don't really believe in them) as I had, subconsciously, had a pretty uneasy vibe before I started the job! Looooonnnng story and more of that in a future posting.
Don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic and delighted about my decision and can't wait to move on with my/our - super husband, georgeous children, trophy house (OK then, Dulwich location but house with potential) life. Anyhow...I did it and can't quite believe that I didn't allow the rational side of me to talk me out of maintaining financial security and my high local profile.
Perhaps I ought to explain. I live in the not so leafy part of Dulwich but have the coveted postcode that locals crave like a winning lottery ticket and bought the house (modern and ugly but with that all important postcode). We used to live in the not so sought after SE27. The estate agent's drawl is one that still lingers...'You are practically living in Dulwich here (NO WE'RE NOT). Buyers will love the fact that they're not really in West Norwood (YES THEY ARE!!!!!) and avoiding the Dulwich house price premium. Was he for real?
Our beautiful, perfect turn of the century WEST NORWOOD house had a rather large problem... a tiny garden. Having bought it as a wreck, listing from its neglect, my genius of a house developer husband with his avant garde ideas, transformed this weeping disaster into one of the most desirable houses the street had ever marketed and sold. Coupled with the fact that it bordered the mecca of SE London and was adjacent to a hugely successful and popular independent prep school, we struck gold (hate to admit that the agent was spot on) bought our new home minus a mortgage and I continued my life as a stay at home 'middle class' black mother of two.
There was certainly method in our madness...but more of that later.
Work tomorrow and I'm counting the days!
Monday, 5 February 2007
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