Well last week we went up to Cambridge for a few days to look at some houses and for me to sign up with some employment agencies (Himself is in the fortunate position of being able to take his current job with him).

Some very positive feedback at the employment agencies, but still waiting for any actual job interviews to raise their heads of course!

But in very good news we did find a house!! It was a bit touch and go for a while because we had to wait for the Landlord to tell us whether or not we could take the kitties but we finally got our answer yesterday and we move on 1st September. Very exciting but also tremendously stressful.

It’s a lovely little house in a really quiet cul-de-sac with three bedrooms a huge open plan living room/diner (part of which will have to be Himself’s home office), kitchen and conservatory (where the cats can take their toilet!!). It’s a bit shabby and the kitchen is a bit small but the pros definitely outweight the cons and once all our stuff is in there it won’t look so shabby I’m sure.

So now I have lists and lists of “to dos” – sorting out packing, getting all the bills and stuff changed, mail redirection, cat pheromone spray for their long car journey!

Today I have booked the removal company and also a room at the Holiday Inn for myself for the two days when I will be here with the cats and the furniture will be in Cambridge.

Exciting times!!

So, now that all my yoga clients know about this, I can finally post about it in my public blog!

Himself and I are upping tools and moving to Cambridge in September. We both tire of London Life, and crave a quieter, more restful pace. Plus Cambridge is where I grew up and it will be fantastic to be near my family again – I’m a real homebody, who has been away from home for too long.

Himself has a job that is totally transportable so we will be lucky enough to have a very good salary coming in from the off. Now all we have to do is find a house that will accept two very troublesome kitty cats!

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I am, therefore, beginning to think about the fact that in less than two months I won’t be living in this house, I will have sold my yoga business (I am so blessed to have found two lovely ladies to take over from me) and I will not be teaching yoga. Instead I will (hopefully) have a job back working as a PA (currently registering with agencies and applying for jobs etc), the career I left 18 month ago to teach yoga.

And you know what? All of that sits perfectly with me. I had to do it. I had to leave work and teach yoga full time so that I don’t get to 50 and turn around and say “damn I wish I’d done that”. I had to go there to come back.

I know teaching yoga will always be in my life. Come the new year I’ll set up some pregnancy courses again on Saturday mornings. I’ll do my Pilates training and my pregnancy Pilates trianing. Pilates and an anatomical viewpoint seem to be far more where my practice and my teaching are heading.

Everything will come to the place it is meant to be and I’m so excited

We came back home to Surrey today after a lovely Easter weekend at my parents’ in Cambridge.

No matter how wonderful a break or holiday is, there is something very joyful about coming back to your own home, your own space (even if the cats have made a major mess whilst you’ve been gone!).

Coming home always reminds me of getting on my mat. It doesn’t matter where my mat is but that rectangle of pink (yes my mat’s pink), is my home and my space and when I lie down on it, as I do at the beginning of every practice, I always have a feeling of everything coming together; physically, mentally, emotionally.

By beginning each day with this feeling of coming home, I am always in a place to set forth on whatever adventure the day might hold!