The first time I visited Cyprus I fell in love with the place. To me it feels more like home than any other place ever did. Maybe because it is the perfect blend of Middle East and Europe for me. But since that first visit, 20 odd years ago, I knew that I would live in Cyprus at some point.
As luck would have it, I also fell in love with a lady who had the same dream. So after all the kids had left the house (off to university) we sold everything and moved. That was fun, the transfer of the house was on the first of December at 10 o’clock in the morning.
Our flight to Cyprus left at 2 o’clock in the afternoon. Good planning. Pity that the buyer was a real horrible jerk, but we still made it in time.
Found a house, had the mover deliver the container and we have been busy trying to fix up the house ever since. As usual, the builder we bought the house from promised all sorts of things and delivered about half. Par for the course I think.
So, here we are. Enjoying life on the island and hard at work trying to make a success of it. And we will.