Next month the postman delivers the renewal agreement for our cottage… for the 7th time.
bang head against the front door.
But this week, he returned my passport with a UK permanent residence card enclosed.
bang head against the front door (again), and pour a glass of wine.
The questions swim in my head and I feel my heart beating faster. Should we stay or should we go? Is there greener grass or just different grass? Is England home or a temporary homebase?
In six years, the cottage’s front door has welcomed our firstborn home from the hospital, and greeted visiting family and friends. Its walls have echoed cheers celebrating birthdays and holidays. The chimney has kept our family cozy on cold nights, and the conservatory is a perfect nook for watching the rain or sunset.
Last spring, the garden helped our daughter find her stride. And when bathed in sunshine, it is the perfect backdrop for a barbecue with friends.