How has it been a year already? A year since we packed up our flat and made the journey back to Devon. A year since I said goodbye to the District line and the Central line breaking down at least once a week and making my commute to work twice as long. A year since I saw my close friends on a weekly and often daily basis. One whole year since our lives in London.
Sometimes it feels like only yesterday I was waking up at the crack of dawn, getting cross with people for walking so slowly while I was rushing everywhere, wine every evening with friends. Other times it feels like I've been gone for longer.
Life is different on so many levels and since moving home we've achieved so much more than we ever did in London. Maybe I let London stop me, maybe London actual did put up barriers, we will never know. What I do know is how much more content I am being away from the city. Like I can live life a little more freely.
I miss my friends the most; London has that gravitational pull that everyone seems to end up there. A and I did it early and moved just as people were starting to come to the city. People say we left too early but I think we left just in time. London wasn't giving us what we needed. Stability, a friendly neighbourhood, a content life. Devon has and is achieving that. Since coming home we've moved into a house where I've never felt more comfortable, found jobs that make us both happy, and been able to afford to have a life other than bills and rent.
I know we both feel happier and that we've found a life for ourselves here. The first year back was rocky at times but I never felt like I was lost in Devon the way I sometimes felt in London. I can tell the next year is going to be even better; we have holidays planned, our wedding and so much more exploring. It was a scary decision but one I've not regretted. Thanks Devon old pal, it's like we never left and I'm so ready for the next few years with you.