Operation relocation

Home wasn’t built in a day.

They say that some of the most stressful things to do in life include moving house, changing jobs or having a baby. How about doing all three together!! Yes, a triple whammy!! Oh I don’t do things by halves!

Working in finance for over twenty years I was starting to feel it was time for a change. I enjoyed my work and had climbed the ladder over the years but nearing the big 40 I did ask myself ‘Is this it’? ‘Will I be forever attached to a computer and analysing pivot tables? Somehow creating V-look ups and forecasting wasn’t quite doing it for me anymore.

Just another manic Monday

The manic nightly dread of setting the alarm for 6am so I could get my daughter ready for school and drop her to my parents before commuting to Cork was taking its toll. I felt guilty leaving her all day and not getting home until after 7 in the evenings. I wanted to be a strong role model for her but at times it was a case of guilty mother syndrome ‘damned if you do and damned if you don’t’. Especially on those dark cold winter mornings trying to get her out of bed so early and coming home in the dark. I was so tired by the time I got home, all there was time for was some dinner and a chat before bed. Then the vicious circle would start all over again when the alarm went off. I felt there had to be more to life.

Decisions decisions

Rory was based in Dublin, commuting at weekends which was fine initially but when I discovered I was pregnant we had to make a decision on where we would live. We looked at the option of relocating to Dublin but with the shortage of rental properties and the astronomical house sale prices that was quickly dismissed. We both loved Cork but it wasn’t an option for him to work there so that was that. We also had to consider my eldest daughter – how would she feel about saying goodbye to her schoolfriends and starting in a new school. She would be leaving her ‘comfort blanket’ the familiarity of family and friends behind to start again. It was going to be a busy and stressful few months.

I’m a great believer in the saying ‘everything happens for a reason’. We had a beautiful healthy baby girl who delighted in keeping me busy as new babies do! Rory applied for a promotion at work and he was offered a position in Wexford. So we thought ‘hmmm Wexford..’ He owned a house which was being rented out so we started to give it serious consideration. We sat down and had a chat with my eldest about our plans to relocate. Returning to work in Cork after my maternity leave wasn’t possible so we decided I would work at making our new house a home and settling the girls into their new surroundings. Maybe it was meant to be.


We started to look at schools in Wexford and after a lot of research and visits we eventually agreed on one. We showed my eldest photos of our new house and allowed her to choose her bedroom. Of course she went for the best one with the en-suite!! We took a trip to see the house and checked out the local areas, including the fantastic beaches on our doorstep! It was very important for her to see where she would be living and the area around it. I handed in my notice at the house I was renting and we started ‘Operation relocation’.

We started my eldest in her new school three weeks before they finished for Summer break which meant she wouldn’t be starting completely new in September. So we temporarily stayed in our new home, heading back to Cork on weekends to pack up more belongings. We were like the Waltons for the first few weeks, as our new beds hadn’t arrived on time, so we were all bunking down in one bedroom! It was an adventure to say the least, with my eldest almost being swallowed up by the camp bed on a few occasions.


The amount of ‘stuff’ that we accumulate over time just beggars belief! I honestly thought that it would be a very easy move as we had given ourselves plenty time to prepare. To say it was a stressful time was an understatement. Looking after a new baby, while packing and cleaning and worrying if we were doing the right thing, ‘upping sticks’.

On the road

On the last day, I recall after we gave the old house a final clean and closed the door for the last time, my head was absolutely throbbing. So much so that I had to pull in on the side of the road for an hour on route to Wexford. The stress and worry really had taken its toll. On the topic of stress, here is a link to a piece I wrote on the importance of ‘me time’ especially when you have a busy house. https://www.everymum.ie/my-life/putting-yourself-on-the-list-exploring-food-meditation/  Hope you enjoy it.

Check in next week where I will write about settling into our new home http://scdesignandart.com/product/home-wasnt-built-in-a-day/ and the exciting chapter that followed…


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  1. good inspiring read

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