Hello!
Today marks 6 months since we got the keys to the property, which means I’ve been in Manchester 6 months!
Packing my bungalow up I honestly wasn’t sure wether I was making the right decision, it was a big move and a leap of faith. As my stuff was packed the memories were there and the tears were flowing. My old home was somewhere I’d learnt to accept my wheelchair, learnt to accept help & experiences many highs & lows.
Driving away my heart broke a little thinking of my family & also the fact I’d no longer be near the graves of my loved ones. But with Troopy on the back seat of the car meowing it was time Togo.
I’m not going to lie these first six months have been tough at times really tough, I’ve cried a lot, not had much sleep and trying to get a medical team around me hasn’t been easy. I miss the team I left behind who knew me well and knew how to help me when things were not good.
But there have been highs to, 20 mins in traffic to old Trafford is so much easier! My kittens too Scholes & becks have been delightful although Troopy wouldn’t agree! Having a night out with my mates, seeing friends before the games for a beer or vodka! Popping to see friends at night or even in the day which wasn’t possible before. The help from friends in times of need.
Most of all though it’s been a great choice because I’m with Adam and I’d make that choice again.
Buy I do miss my small town in Worcestershire & I think I always will.
Vicky xx
