Loving everything about nothing.

And so the Nomad returns to her blog with no definitive reason to suggest to you all that she is no longer a Nomad other than her sense of belonging has fattened up since we last talked. With sadness and uncertaintly comes the inevitable scurrying out of the hole via whatever method carries you through until clarity and, finally, FINALLY calm. That is me now...a big ball of warming satisfaction. Calm nerves, but i'll take calm in whatever way it presents itself to me after the tumult of that awkward and wearing time of feeling delicate and undecided.

Our house, our little nest in England, is on the market. And this time, with our heads out of our anxious backsides, my husband and I are letting nature take it's course; give them what they want to get what we want. To get rid. Here, have a bargain...we're sure that some money-hungry, lip-smacking, purse-shaker will devour our steal with a lick of the lips and eat that house up whole, every last penny's worth of it. And now that we have come to the realisation that this will happen, that the Pilkington Palace of days gone by will no longer be ours, and that we will no doubt be losing precious pennies on the place, we have at long last settled into a tranquility that comes with letting go. Just letting go. A raw feeling of recompense will be virilant in my whole self as whoever gets the house glows with as much happiness with their cut-price purchase as we will for being free of the noose that keeps us dangling back and forth, without a true sense of home.

So, before any deal is even done with the raveonous investor or timid new home owner, my little lot and I are basking in a warmth created by a tiny but confident little voice of reason that has always been there but which we forced a hush upon with our blind worry. 'Voice' is no longer begging for ears but is simply whispering 'time to move on', and with our new emotions of excitement and desire for the future, we can hear it loud and clear without so much as a strain of the neck or whince of an eye.

So, back to the drawing board we go, spurred on by the assurity that our visions of being free from the old; I am revelling not in new plans set in stone, no rush to meet self-imposed expectations to acquire more of...anything...to fill the void. In no particular rush for anything. What a wonderful, liberating feeling that is.

Just me, my beloved, my little ones. And what we have already plus a few dreams chucked in for good soulful measure.

That's what i'm excited about today...in a nutshell, a whole lot of nothing is everything to me on this sunny Thursday in march. Love the simple life, it brings with it a simple smugness.