Which is why we left our two year old (one more week of calling her that *gulp*) with her grandparents on Saturday and went off in search of our ideal temporary Devon home. We found it. Tucked along a windy country path, nestled into a valley overlooking fields and a lake, with a pub within walking distance and a pretty market town less than 2 miles away.

Then we lost it. Bugger.

Apparently a couple without kids were a more attractive option to the landlord, so yesterday saw me driving across Devon with my parents and toddler, minus the husband.

A last minute viewing on a previously disregarded property turned out to be OK. With a bit of a clean and all our own stuff inside, this could be the perfect house to tide us over until we find that long-awaited home that we will call our own later this year (hopefully).

Sitting at the top of a beautiful little Devon town, nestled into the edge of Dartmoor, the house has views across fields and is just a short stroll to a deli, pub and pre-school. I hope we don’t lose this one too, or we’ll be living in a tent within the month.

It turns out house hunting with a grumpy toddler isn’t such a bad activity after all. Especially when there’s cake and a short stop to see some miniature ponies involved.

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I’ve been writing this post in my head for weeks. I kept hoping that things would fall into place to bring me to this point, right now, where I am sitting at my computer and sharing plans for an amazing new future.

These plans have been a while in the making and, right up until a couple of weeks ago, we didn’t think they would become a reality. But they have. And I keep pinching myself to believe it.

We are moving. Not just down the road either. Not even to a nearby town. No, we’re going a bit further.

We are moving more than 170 miles away, to begin a new life in Devon.

Wow, it felt good writing that!

While there are pieces of the puzzle I can’t yet share, it feels good to know that all those elusive bits have finally slotted together, so that we can begin a life we barely dreamed possible just six months ago.

A life near my parents, near the sea, amongst beautiful countryside and a slower, more normal pace of life.

I’m looking forward to some amazing new work projects, including getting stuck into my role as Editor for the brilliant parent blogging network that is Tots100. I’m looking forward to choosing paint and picking out colours for the very first home we will ever own. And I’m looking forward to spending more time with that delicious, diva-esque child of mine.

Bring on the future. Here’s to the summer!

Now… any tips on moving / Devon / house-hunting / packing / not having a relocation-induced panic attack? Much appreciated, thank you.

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