I love where we live. We’re close enough to London for the capital’s culture to be part of our lives, yet an eighty minute drive through some of England’s prettiest villages brings us to the beach. Best of all, my wonderful brother and sister-in-law and their scrumptious 10-week-old son live around the corner. (Though my brother and I were born five years apart, our lives have shared many synchronicities, one of which is that we moved to the same town – 150 miles from where we grew up – within weeks of eachother.)
We came to the coast today to look at a house we’d like to buy. It’s been a while since I’ve felt such strong desire for a material thing, but as with any desire, I know the key to its manifestation lies in feeling good. I spent the journey to the coast listening to Abraham-Hicks recordings and focusing on good feeling thoughts, and sure enough by the time we arrived I was less attached to the outcome of the house situation and looking forward to a nice family weekend by the sea.
The rest of the day unfolded beautifully. My brother spontaneously decided to come surfing, after which we had a delicious fish and chip supper with him and his family. As regards the house – a call this afternoon from a friend put us in touch with a cash buyer for our current property, leaving us in the perfect position to make an offer on the new one. And the children’s shoes are, once again, drying out on the radiator!