The year of constant upheaval

2011 was a strange year for me to say the least.  Having gotten married in Nov 2010, from Jan to March 2011 I was living on my own in Scarborough, several hundred miles away from my hubby who was still in Nottingham.  In that 3 months I inhabited two different homes, one rented with friends and one a lovely flat owned by my employers.  It was a top floor flat with sea views and jolly nice it was to live there over the summer.  Though I've never lived in flats before and never wish to again!  I like some space.  Finally in October me and the husband moved to a house, our third home in a year, but we're happy there.  Albeit that our neighbours are noisy c***s, but never mind.
Moving back to your home town after five years away might be viewed as a step backwards, but not to me.  Aside from missing the call of the sea, the countryside and castle, I was ready to be back amongst friends and family and couldn't pass up this job opportunity - probably the only job that would have brought me back, to be fair.  Lets' be honest, I'd kinda run away to some extent - this town had gotten way too small for me, and there were people I'd rather avoid, memories I'd prefer to leave buried. 
BUT...being back is going good.  I've even made NEW friends, which is a blessing, as I had half expected that old ones would fill my time.
Anyway, roll on summer - I fancy making some new memories with beach activity - it's been ages since one of my famed Summer Sports Days...