Two friends with whom our families have grown up are selling up and leaving the area. In one case it is primarily for work, though it will be easier for the children to meet up with their parents. The other friends want to be nearer better transport links to their children and to family. In both cases the children do not want to travel to a remote place for a weekend, mostly taken up with hours on trains or buses - it's not easy to get here - and when they are home longer, none of their friends are here; the ones they went to nursery with; then primary school and high school. They've all moved on. I recognise this too, as I hear the same thing from sprog. It hurts.
This has been a lovely region of the country in which to bring up children, to give them freedom to play out, to have stop-overs, to go for walks with their friends, join in group activities, and to learn all sorts of extra-curricular skills from the talented people who have lived here. The children - now adults - are educationally and socially well-equipped and have moved on and out into the world. I accept that is how it should be. We as parents have provided as best we can for our children's futures, together with the teachers and a supportive community.
All that said, it grieves me to see friends disappear who have provided special links with a very important chunk of my life and my family life. It feels like I am losing close relatives.
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