My wife and I have made and important, life-changing decision. I will resign my job next Summer, in July or August, and we will take early retirement. Economically, this is not the brightest thing we could do, but emotionally the strain of dividing my life between male and female roles is taking its toll, and all the indications are that it’s going to get harder. Moreover, the house we live in comes with the job, and whilst it is a very fine dwelling with a lovely garden, the pressure of ‘living on the job’ is affecting Sue. Both of us are therefore ready to move on to the next phase of our lives.
Now that the decision has been made, there is much to do. The pace of life noticeably quickens as we race towards what is both a finish and a start line. I’ve doubled up my electrolysis sessions, so I’m being singed and plucked by the beautiful Gaynor every week. The tenant who occupied our little cottage in North Cornwall has left and it lies empty, awaiting the arrival of someone to love it. We shall start moving furniture up there in the Spring. And last, but by no means least, my sessions at The Laurels gender clinic are now moving to the important subject of hormone therapy, with its own life-changing implications.
I confess to being inspired in no small way by the TV series My Transsexual Summer. Sue has always said that she would seek work of some kind for a few years as she doesn’t yet feel ready to retire completely. I’d resolved myself to a life of leisure but Drew has made me think again. The holiday resort of Bude will be close by, and surely there must be jobs there as chambermaids or kitchen staff for a lady like me. I grew up in a hotel (on the outskirts of Newquay) and have lots of experience of the holiday trade, so why not? Ok, all this may be little more than ridiculous fantasising, but right now it’s inspiring me to press on.
A hard decision to make, Angie, but probably a wise one. You can work things out much better in new surroundings, and Bude is a nice town!
Lucy
Bude is a lovely place. Indeed, the whole of North Cornwall has the feeling of a place that time forgot – as we discovered when we tried to find B&Q or Homebase. They don’t exist, so for the bits and pieces essential for home maintenance – curtain rails, screws, cable, etc. we were directed to a builders’ merchants in the middle of the countryside. But us do ‘ave Morrisons, my dear, so we’m gradually catching up!
There was me thinking that ladies were supposed to take small dainty steps not the giant leaps you are taking.
It must be a wrench in someways to leave your calling but at the same time it must be thrilling that this will give you the time and space you need.
You have come a long way and whilst there is still some distance left to the start line I share your joy that it’s finally in reach.
So pleased that its going well
Becca
Happy talk, keep talking happy talk,
Talk about things you’d like to do,
You gotta have a dream, if you don’t have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true?
Remember that song Angela? It’s from South Pacific of course but whilst I was reading your post it came into my thoughts………..You have that dream and I hope it will come true for you. Love
Shirley Anne xxx
I’m singing along now, Shirley Anne!
Lots of love xxx
Angie – A brave but probably sensible decision for you both. As you say, now that you are moving on in your progression, it is probably best that you start anew somewhere else.
I wish you both every luck.
Love Rachel_anne xx
Thanks, Rachel. Even in remote North Cornwall the past has a habit of catching up, so it won’t be an entirely fresh start. I just hope that the villagers who know can accept us. We shall see.
xx
Super idea Angie – and doing it together, is so good, and it’ll make a wonderful chance of everything succeeding. Best wishes for you both. Anna x