Scary But Good

So, this morning, out of the blue, I hear from a friend (actually Mockley's sis in law) who lives in Brighton. She tells me that they're having to live away from Brighton for work reasons, so do we want to rent their lovely flat from them? We would, I tell her, but we're not going to be able to move til April at the earliest. April's perfect, she says.

So we're going down to see it asap, and if we like it I think we'll commit to it and frantically job hunt. Which hopefully will work out, considering we were planning on doing it the other way round (job then flat).

I'm scared. But in a good way I think. Relocating has suddenly become really real. And I still want to do it (and so does He!). Eek!!!!