I’m Melissa. I’m a southerner. I don’t mean that in relation to the south of England. I mean really far south. The bottom of Africa – that far south. How the hell I ended up even contemplating being in the north of England, in God’s Own County and in the fine city of York is a long and winding tale. The short-who-the-hell-has-the-time-to-read-an-entire-life-story version goes like this:
- Living the life of a singleton in Johannesburg South Africa.
- Drank a lot of beer.
- Met my future husband when he became the new GM of our office. Yes, I was that employee.
- Moved to the USA, Boston and then New York (as opposed to Old York, our new place of residence).
- Drank a lot of cosmopolitans.
- Moved to the UK.
- Got a mortgage.
- Learned to go without sunshine for long periods.
- Swapped high-flying career in favour of two children.
- Drank a lot of wine.
- Moved to the country. Two different villages. Neighbouring counties.
- Started up a PR business.
- Sold a PR business.
- Sailed across an ocean.
- Wrote a blog.
- Became that PTA, fundraising, village hall representing, committee organising person.
- Drank more wine.
- Spent some time trying to figure out what to do next.
- Moved to York July 2012
Before moving to York, I’d been here just three times – once to look at schools, twice to look at houses. I knew nothing about the place.
This blog is my journey of discovery as I swap country living for city life, while exploring and sharing with you the beautiful city of York. I hope it will be useful for anyone wanting to visit the city, but also for anyone considering shaking up their lives with a major move, and the rollercoaster of emotions that go with change.