So here’s where we are at. We’re still in limbo. With very little to report on the exciting “let’s move to Spain and start a new life” front. Very frustrating. Very disappointing. And really making life a little bit difficult too.
When the Universe throws you these curve balls, it’s natural that you start to question your choices. But my mind has long been ruled by my heart. I have absolutely no doubt that moving to Spain is the bestest, rightest, most superduper path for me and MGM (my gorgeous man), but when reality is strangely showing you a No (as in our flat isn’t selling) even though the Universe had given us the wholehearted ‘when Harry met Sally YES YES YES’… then you do start to wonder what ace card the Universe has got up its sleeve.
Personally I’m hoping it’s the winning lottery numbers because I sure as hell am not going to spend another winter in Scotland.
Note to self… buy more lottery tickets.
“There has to be a reason that the flat is not getting viewings.” This is what we keep saying. If it’s a Universal, spiritual, destiny, fate and flow thing… then fair enough. We’ll keep bending over backwards and trusting that we won’t break. But if it’s a practical, logical, material thing, then we need to address it… and heal it.
But nobody seems to have an answer. We keep hearing how crazy the Edinburgh property market is… but we’re just not seeing it in our exclusive little corner of The Shore. My internal radar’s gone fuzzy and I’m feeling no wiser than the UltraSpiritual JP Sears at the moment as to what to do about it… and MGM is seriously being challenged to keep trusting in the wuwu way of life that we leapt into when we left Hong Kong 2 years ago.
We’ve already had to contact our Spanish agent (Thank God for Google translate) to delay our entry into the rental we committed to in June… but my heart is still screaming “GET DOWN THERE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!!”… but we just can’t leave without our flat and financial situation being resolved. Add in to the mix that I’ve already got 2 fully booked Spanish retreats up and running for early November (this was part of the original big Spanish YES flow!)… and the pressure is on.
I must just add… that I’m very, very excited to be running the Spanish Channelling Love Retreats… they will be the corner stone of our new life in the Alpujarras!
So, we are thinking out of the box…
we’re keeping our options open… long term rental, short term lets, the miracle sale…. and we’re trying not to attach to the ‘how.’ We’ve got crystals in the doorway… we’ve had the carpets cleaned… we’ve had a space clearing done… we’ve shifted the furniture around… we’ve posted it on Gumtree and Facebook groups… we’re visualising ourselves up in the Spanish mountains with space to breathe and lots of golden sun to give us happy, mediterranean wrinkles. We’re dreaming of opening our front door in the early hours and just letting Sir Maxelot out for his ‘morning motions’ without having to get dressed, get the lift down 4 floors and take him round the block in the dark with the delights of Scottish horizontal winter rain. And yes, I have done it in my PJs. And I’m proud of it. Max couldn’t give a damn as long as long as there’s no rain and he gets his breakfast on time. He really doesn’t like rain. He’ll love Spain. And hopefully he’ll love the Spanish rescue Galgos girlfriend we want to welcome into our family once we’re settled.
You see… our dream is still alive!
Our new life FEELS great! It will happen. I know it will. It really will. I feel it. The ‘how’ will sort itself out… and in the meantime I’ll have another jumbo bag of Kettle sea salt and balsamic vinegar crisps that I won’t be able to get in Spain. It’s amazing the lies you can tell yourself for a little bit of comfort food. I’ll start the juicing detox tomorrow… again.
So while the limbo is ‘limboing’ and we’re being flexible beyond flexible and staying ‘oh so zen,’ I thought you might enjoy a few photos from our trip out to the Alpujarras in June. It may have been our first time there… but it instantly felt like home… and soon it really will be.
PS. On my next instalment I’ll share the story behind my monumental sense of humour failure while out on a property hunt in the Alpujarras back in June. It’s almost funny when I look back on it… almost.