For me Portsmouth is home in England. It was the first place I settled to when I moved from Finland. Besides, I love the sea. I've written here about how landlocked I've felt in the country. And some of our oldest friends live in Southsea. It's become a universal joke, 'Why don't you move down here when you love it so much?'
'I really think we will,' I reply.
We know how to have fun.
Usually all that happens is that we look at estate agents windows before or after a stroll on the old battlements in Old Portsmouth, and then head home to Sticksville.
This time the walk was impractical as it was truly raining cats and dogs, and in a horizontal direction. But we managed to see a couple of flats in a new development in Old Portsmouth. And we fell in love.
Seeing the high waves with seahorses crashing against the harbour walls from the rooftop of a penthouse we were viewing was fantastic. To be so close to water, all year around, to always have a friendly face to meet in a pub, oh, to be 23 again...
Driving home we discussed the possibility of moving to Portsmouth. And realised there are far fewer obstacles in our way this time.
This time we could actually do it.