I dreamed I would, and I did. I got lucky. I've found a house to call home for the next two years. It was the 2nd place I saw on Wednesay afternoon and I am both excited and relieved.
We saw a number of places when we came in March and this had given us a good idea of what was available and where we wanted to live on the island. To increase my life expectancy I wanted to be near one of the very efficient ferry stops across Hamilton Harbour so I had another commute alternative other than car or moped (11 people have died in accidents this year), this certainly narrowed our options. We also added outside space, a seaview and something modernised to our our wishlist and I amazingly managed to tick all the boxes. The house is beautiful and was once the guest mews to the huge manor house next door built for Henry Ford as a vacation home.
Just one thing - my house-proud other half hasn't seen it yet. Yikes.
My first few days in Bermuda have flown by. Friday was Independence Day here too, the Bermudians celebrate every British and American holiday, plus their own. I'm all over that. So yesterday I slept for 10 hours and had a quiet day before meeting friends from Chicago last night for dinner, who were here seeing relatives. Today I've been in the office all day, using the day to sort my crap out here. So far so good.