I still miss my last house, or rather my last garden. Have lived in various places in this country and abroad, and made the best of whatever I went to, but my last house was in Richmond, and of course , being me, the main reason for its choice was the garden, it was a standard semi style house. There was a front garden, and then at the back a largish patio and then three levels of lawns with a pond down at the bottom and views out onto the wild part of the hill. I lived there for over 20 years. making the garden my own, with a lovely garden shed with large windows down at the bottom level, so that in the winter when it was too cold to sit outside you could still sit down there and enjoy the view and I used to do potting up and have the radio and a comfortable chair etc . A lovely hide away to enjoy all the wild life and birds and my many different plants including a large collection of hellebores and over 100 rare snowdrops. My patio had over 70 pots on it to grow things that didnt like my soil , so had the chance to try out many different things . I grew a beautiful Katsura tree in the garden and it was peaceful and lovely.
Inside the house the usual things but most importantly my many book shelves filled up and my piano and music and paintings. My husband was a good photographer and we sailed our old yacht all over, enjoyed walking and country life and were very happy, and I would have loved to stay there for the rest of my life.
After my husband died I would still have been happy to stay there , as felt his prescence round about me . However after a second cancer, and more problems with my back, living on a hillside , I knew that my choice was to stay and eventually I would have to go where someone else chose for me, or I could move while I could still be independant . That cost me my garden and my piano etc etc which I still miss very much, so that even after some time I dont feel this flat is yet "home" . Unfortunately I had to move in the middle of covid and I couldnt use my usual "moving" energy to get it sorted out when I arrived and without that initial push of wanting to make it mine, it is still a work in progress.
I know that practically speaking it was the best thing I could do, and has allowed me to remain independant and so far to be able to keep the car and be free to do my own thing. I am slowly doing things to make it more mine but rather get caught between times I am in the right mental state to sort things out but physically frustrated by how long it takes me to actually do things, and at other times think I should get started on something and not in the mood!! Ah well every time I am able to go back up to swaledale I am content to think that I made the right decision and by now no doubt trying to run the house would have been too much. It is quite peaceful here and the neighbours are fine, and we get on very well but there is no one here with my particular interests , and I am sure one or two think I am quite mad such as when one lady was telling me about her planned 80th birthday party with family and asked me what I was doing for my 80th, and when I said I was going to Canada , she said how nice of my son to take me. I said that I was going on my own and had done all my own arranging with the aim of going on the Rocky Mountainner and she looked rather surprised and asked if I felt alright going alone. So I am slowly bedding myself in here and use the yellow book to get my fill of gardens and other gardeners to chat to , and fingers crossed shall have a few more years to enjoy them