A New Year Wish

A new year and a new life is tantalisingy close while we wait to exchange.

Already, my attention is on creating The Sussex House Party in its new bigger, more Bohemian home. I even have the time; I'm just about to wrap up the University teaching until the autumn so can set to work on creating the retreat that will have people flocking to our door, inspiring each other (and me), and reminding us that this is one of things we do best.

Leaving here is harder than I thought though; packing boxes while members of the community drift in and out to check the heat metres, share a bit of gossip or a cup of tea makes me well up. It's special place and I would have loved to have been part of it for longer. But then an email swipes at me with that familiar disregard and I long for the peace and autonomy of Three Acres and know that we're making the right decision.



I can't deny the sense of mourning, not just in me but in people we love here. Taking friends and dogs for a walk down to Three Acres yesterday reminds all of us that it's only an hour through glorious woods or 20 mins on a mountain bike along a muddy path, but a world away too. The teenagers will (hopefully) use it as their second home but maybe we should get one of those French style cheapy swimming pools in to secure the deal.

But first, we need to exchange. Our lovely buyer, Shazzie is also good at visioning, so she and I have sent our most potent visions of an exchange early this week into the universe. If I promise to take the best of the community spirit with us, let's see what comes back to launch the birth of The Sussex House Party.