Calm after the storm

Turns out our future was right in front of us all along.

I thought you were moving to Amsterdam?

Amsterdam? What? No, we said Arran.

The realisation that we just want to be here happened on the way to the ferry. We immediately texted our mums, they got it. C’s granny called to say we could stay and look after the bookings.

I stayed up thinking of ideas for the house and our own little island venture - making marmalade and baking bread for guests, selling provisions, getting signs painted for the house.

Feeling thankful to the people around me and for finally feeling like calm is approaching after the storm.