Relocating again

Well they say no rest for the wicked don’t they? I must be very wicked indeed.

Straight after getting back from holiday normal life would resume or so you would think. Prior to leaving on holiday I had arranged with my work to relocate from Andover (Town in Hampshire) to Birmingham.

I was living in Birmingham before moving down south to Andover but having graduated and looking for jobs I decided I’d grab the first thing that comes my way but after three years we decided to move back to be closer to family, plus driving 250 miles every other weekend to visit family was starting to tire me out.

My work place were very understanding and since we had an office in Birmingham didn’t mind at all me moving there in actual fact they encouraged it as they said it would be useful having someone up there. Win-Win situation eh!

I think I’ve said this somewhere before moving homes was so much easier when it was just myself. Now with a wife and kid comes much more suitcases, furniture and back pain. Let’s just say we’re not finished unpacking and all this was 2 months ago now.

I have missed Andover the calmness of living in a smaller quieter town were people were more friendly and relaxed, less traffic and only living 5 minute drive from work. Oh well it’s for the best I guess.

Atleast we moved before Ramadan started …