Last week we moved we moved out of our apartment in Rostock, packed our bags and took a one-way flight to England. We are now staying in a really lovely cottage on the edge of the New Forest, about 30 minutes Southwest from Winchester, while we wait for our furniture, clothes and our other possessions to arrive from Germany.
As moves go, this one really wasn’t too bad. I didn’t have to worry about working whilst moving, we had planned out the move months in advance, and had already done a first visit to rent a house, get a mobile phone and open a bank account. We even, luxury of luxuries, had the moving company pack our stuff for us. Of course, things still happen, so our move was leavened with Brienna getting quite sick (bronchitis, we think), and a certain amount of inevitable grumpiness all-around, but frankly, we got off pretty lightly.
And sitting out in a gorgeous little cottage near Fordingbridge, in a very cozy living room with a roaring open fire is not at all a bad way to start off life in a new country. It also gives me time to get used to living in England, which while great, is simply something I never had in my vague set of life goals.
From what we have seen so far, the New Forest mostly seems to consist of low rolling hills, mostly covered in gorse and holly, with wild, or at least un-owned, ponies a very common sight. The actual forest part of the park looks the most intriguing to me, with almost prehistoric looking trees, shrouded in mist, although we haven’t ventured into them yet. I did take Aralyn and Caeden on walk into another small forest near our cottage, and that was a blast. We wandered around looking for sprites and animals and got utterly muddy, my fault for not bringing wellingtons along, not that we had any given we arrived with only two suitcases.
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