A Clean Break

A Clean Break


New Year, New life, I can't believe I'm really doing
this?. I thought as I sped through the Kent
countryside. Years of careful planning and now, the
time has finally arrived. Now it was time to make my
childhood dream come true.


Everyone in the office thought I had lost the plot,
when I announced I was leaving. It is true that I will
miss the lavish lifestyle that went with the job, but
certainly not the stress. Guess they are all content
with the money, but not me. I am leaving that urban
lifestyle behind me for good. It is time for a change.
Goodbye to all the stress that goes with the big
money.


This is it! I am really doing it. I have to keep
reminding myself, I am finally going to do what I
want, for once. I have spent the best years of my life
studying a degree that I didn't really want; my
parents wanted me to go to university so I did. So
many years I have wasted, working for a company I
didn't really care for. The pay was good, but my heart
was never in it. My piece de resistance was to marry a
man who I thought loved me,but as things turned out he
only practised self-love and, his interest in me was a
financial one. He just needed a sucker to fund his
little adventures with younger women. Ten years of
turning a blind eye to his little indiscretions has
worn me out. I have nothing left to give to anyone.
They can all go whistle. This is my time. My divorce
was finally through. I'm a free woman now, and I am
going to make the most of it. Every last minute!


My new home, finally I could see it in front of me.
It wasn't quite as I had imagined, the cottage looked
a good deal shabbier than the picture the estate agent
had shown me. I had even stunned myself when I said,
'I'll take it.' The words just seemed to come out my
mouth without me knowing it. It was going to need a
lot of tender loving care to get this place looking
respectable. This place couldn't be further away from
the luxury of my designer apartment in London.
Nevertheless, it was perfect. Absolutely perfect!


I already had my first novel mapped out in my head.
All I needed to do was sit down and write. Writing had
always been a kind of therapy for me but now; I hoped
to earn a living from it. The emotional strain of the
divorce had taken its toll on me and I felt a need to
re-write my life. You could say I wanted to write it
out of my system. I knew it was a huge risk I was
taking. It is rather ambitious but playing it safe
ruined my life; doing what other people thought I
should do didn't work for me. Now it is time to take a
real plunge and go it alone.


All I brought with me was my laptop, some clothes and
my trusty friend, Biscuit. I could tell it was
love at first sight, for Biscuit. She dashed out the
car and was quick to explore the grounds. When she
returned she made it clear that she approved, her tail
was waggling like a runaway windscreen wiper. She
almost tumbled over with all the excitement. The last
time I had seen her so ecstatically happy she was just
a puppy, and I had taken her to countryside for the
first time.


She looked at me with her big brown eyes as if to say
thanks, and I felt free for the first time in years. I
knew there might be some hard times in store, and gone
were the days of eating out in expensive restaurants
and buying designer clothes. There was no telling what
lady luck had in store for me. There was no telling if
anyone would want to read my books. I would have to
just do my best and hope for the best. I looked down
at Biscuit, her mouth was hanging open with her tongue
hanging out, and I would have sworn I saw a huge grin
appear across her face.


I knew exactly what she was thinking, and feeling. I
felt the same, I was glad, that we were finally home.