If I go there could be trouble, if I stay it could be double.
Everyone of us wants to belong, to be part of a tribe, it’s hard wired in to our DNA. I self identify as coming from Yorkshire although, because my Dad was in the Army, I’ve moved around all of my life so lived in many places, but my heart calls Yorkshire home.
This used to annoy my late Mum who used to angrily say ‘you’re not from Yorkshire’ yet she still self identified as being a Londoner even though she hadn’t lived there for decades,
Trouble is I have lived for the last 35 years away from Yorkshire, but now find myself at a potential crossroads in my life. After manfully trying to resurrect my third marriage (at my wife’s invitation in 2012) it became clear over the last couple of years that the relationship was stagnating and not going anywhere and we (apparently) mutually agreed that the marriage was over.
So. Where do I go?
The only things that keep me where I am are:
- The proximity of my stepdaughter and her beautiful three children all of whom I love very dearly.
- My allotment.
- Familiarity I guess.
The things that are tempting me to go back ‘home’ are:
- My biological children and grandchildren.
- Decent beer.
- Leeds United (my first love).
- An accent that I quite like (as opposed to one I hate).