2010 wasn't a good year.
I went through three breakdowns; that of my partner of 12 years and subsequently our relationship and then my own panic attacks and depression. There have been some very dark times yet I am slowly but surely starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
This blog is about new beginnings and so I am not going to focus on what happened in the past or the breakdown of my relationship. Suffice it to say that my ex was still going through his own problems, so it was left to me to hand in notice on our rented cottage, deal with packing, moving and all the other stressful things that go with that on top of battling my own demons.
And I had to find a new home for me and my ginger moggies, Jones and Pig. My parents suggested I give them up as they thought it would narrow my options trying to find a flat with two cats in tow, but one thing I was adamant about was that none of this was their fault and there was no way I going to punish them for what had happened between me and my ex.
And so followed weeks of viewing after viewing of over-priced, unsuitable garden flats. The majority were far too expensive for a single girl on a modest income to afford, and the reality of having to do this on my own cut to the quick. I put some very high demands on my search - it had to be on the ground floor; it had to have it's own garden; it had to be quiet and peaceful, cat friendly and in the same area I was already living in so I could be close to my friends. But I knew I wasn't going to compromise on anything for this, the first place I would call my home. I also knew that I would recognise my new home as soon as I walked through the front door. I scoured the internet property sites four, five times a day and signed up with every single estate agent in my area but my new home never materialised.
And then I found Edie.
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