I know, we’ve been here before…. but it’s happened again, I’ve resigned the City life for sailing.

Ultimately it wasn’t my choice – a very long story short – the wonderful job I came back to, with a five year plan, turned into a six month rollercoaster. And it is time to resume the original Plan B…..

I’ve been a bit of a recluse in my time in London, a lot more flaky than my usual self, for which I sincerely apologise. Uncertainty makes me nervous and brings back all the doubts I have about my self and my choices, and I’m more inclined to just hide indoors with my lady cats.

But now it’s all steam ahead! It’s back to the sailing life! Let’s hope I haven’t forgotten everything nautical (especially blinking tides and weather; my nemeses, along with Ulysses) during my retransition into London life.

Must admit it has been a very strange few months. When the job was on the line I ran out of bras and winter boots (sorry if that is TMI!) but how does one go shopping when they don’t know if they are going to be a City girl in London drizzle for the next few years, or rocking and rolling on a Bavaria in the Canaries?! Very different underwear and footwear requirements.

So, decision made, notice handed in and flights booked (bears are flying so there’s less chance of another lost-on-a-ferry situation!), shipping in progress, Aussie Man and Van collecting the possessions they returned to me in June plus the furniture I have purchased since….. duplex apartment near a marina reserved until July, and my goodness I hope the sun is shining when I arrive.

It’s five years early – but I’m going back. And I’m ready!