I’ve now been home for a fortnight and with little news\u00a0to share about\u00a0the house I have been reticent to blog. I’ve also been trying to come to terms with my return to\u00a0Yorkshire and rationalise my feelings about being ‘home’ after two months in Galicia\/Asturias. When I try and analyse how I’m feeling, I can only come to the conclusion that I must be\u00a0a little depressed.<\/p>\n
I love my country (and county)\u00a0of birth, and Amanda and I are not looking to move to Spain out of a dislike 0f UK society, more out of a desire for a different, slower and ultimately healthier life.<\/p>\n
We’ve both worked hard for over twenty years and had a good living from UK society, embracing consumerism and all\u00a0the trappings of being DINKies (double income no kids). We are both coming to the conclusion that material things are decreasingly important to us and that life is about more than amassing ‘stuff’. After two months living in the slow lane of the Iberian backwaters, there are a few observations and contrasts that I can make about British\/English life.<\/p>\n
We’re back to Spain early in the New Year for various meetings, and I’m staying on for a couple of extra days to hopefully enable me to repatriate the Landrover. I’m already starting to stress about its chances of making the boat in Santander. Perhaps I’m just looking for an excuse to further extend my trip.<\/p>\n
Home is where the heart lies, and mine is increasingly lying in Galicia.<\/p>\n
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I’ve now been home for a fortnight and with little news\u00a0to share about\u00a0the house I have been reticent to blog. I’ve also been trying to come to terms with my return to\u00a0Yorkshire and rationalise my feelings about being ‘home’ after … Continue reading