Weekly photo challenge: Resolved – castles in Spain
Chatting to my mum on the ‘phone one day, I casually mentioned that we were going to buy a house in Spain.
‘Castles in the air,’ she scoffed. Or more appropriately, castles in Spain.
Either way she considered it a ridiculous and unachievable aspiration.
You would have thought someone who had given birth to a daughter, raised her and lived with her for twenty something years would have known better.
When I am resolved to do something, I do it. My job had changed dramatically and was a boring pain in the neck, plus new management ie a new chief executive was not good.
I had one colleague who was downgraded twice each time she was pregnant. Not surprisingly, she took them to an industrial tribunal and won her case for discrimination. How on earth can you respect management that is so unaware of sexual discrimination laws that they carry out such crass behaviour?
I digress. As well as being sick of the job, I didn’t want to spend the next 30 or 40 years – assuming I lived that long – in the same suburban house, going to work five days a week from 9-5, and living a life of routine banality.
I wanted to do something interesting in my mid years and it certainly wasn’t going to happen while I stayed in work and lived in suburbia.
So I was resolved on quitting work, selling the house, and moving to Spain.
Luckily I have a fairly easy-going partner. Typical exchange:
‘I’d like to live in Spain.’
‘Yeah, that’s a good idea.’
I didn’t plan on living in a small semi-detached house (OK there are two small houses on the plot of land, but still not as big as the house, garden, and double garage that we left behind in the UK), in a village on the roadside.
Like most people, I dreamed of olive groves, a stream, my own well, acres of land and miles away from anywhere. Luckily, with hindsight, that didn’t happen. It nearly did, but we wriggled out in time.
My parents never did say much about our move to Spain. But when my mother came to visit, she liked the house, the village, and seemed to think we had a lovely home in a beautiful part of the world.
Perhaps castles in Spain do exist after all.