Today I woke up with a snowstorm raging outside my window.
Well it wasn’t actually raging, just the normal bunch of snowflakes falling silently from the sky, but a raging snowstorm makes for a more effective first sentence.

Anyway, while moaning my way to work, dodging happy kids throwing snowballs at each other, I thought how unfair growing old is, meaning you can do more and more stuff (like driving, voting, spend all your money buying crap on the Internet with your credit card and such) and at the same time being denied forever what made life great as a kid.
Like staying at home because schools are closed due to bad weather.

After only 45 minutes driving the 3 miles to work I made myself a coffee, sat down and suddenly was told to go home because of the weather.
In your face kids! Now I can drive, vote, spend all of my money buying crap on the Internet with my credit card AND stay home because of the weather.

During the following 45 minutes it took to get back home I thought of all the beautiful things I could do with my unexpected spare time. Long walks in the woods with my dog, a snowman with my daughter, snowball fights with the kids outside. Maybe even carve a sledge out of pinewood I could personally go cutting down.
So I made it home, my cosy, warm home, and suddenly realised this was instead the perfect day to reorganise my iPhone themes, because the mess you leave after a few months of customizing is almost intolerable.
Once that issue was sorted I resolved it was about time to write something on my blog, which made me think that I haven’t yet written about the biggest news of this year, hence the title of this post.

After almost five years we’re leaving Yorkshire and at the beginning of January I’m starting to work at Jagex in Cambridge as a Senior Concept Artist.
As much as I’m happy to tackle the challenges of a new job and a new place, leaving has a bitter after-taste.
Working here and drawing Worms has been fun, and there are some really good friends we’re leaving behind, not to mention those couple of good pubs where “everyone knows your name”.

However, I found out that bitching about the place you’re living in (well, about to live in) is always quite natural, and after only a few hours house-hunting in Cambridge I was already moaning about the fact that they can’t possibly define that spongy blob they make as “Genuine Yorkshire Pudding”.
In a few months I’ll probably start to complain about the lack of rain, I’m sure.

So, we’ve started packing, the house is more messy than usual and we’ll probably have our Christmas dinner served on cardboard boxes, which I can’t deny has its own appeal.
Actually at this very moment I should be disassembling furniture and filling holes in the walls, if it weren’t for all the emails I still need to reply to and the few facebook friendship requests I still have to process.
Gosh I love snowstorms.