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A Month in Our New Home - Meet the Wildes
On the fourth weekend after we move to Folkestone, my friend Sofia invites me to swim. Sofia is the reason that we moved here rather than to Margate; we think of her as the fairy godmother of our relocation to the coast and have benefitted from her wisdom and her kindness almost daily since we became friends in January. We leave early, before the weight of our children’s needs and expectations and love settle upon us for the day, when they are still too sleepy to protest too hard to us leaving. And I am almost giddy with anticipation of the water, of swimming at last in a sea that I may call home. The sky is forgetmenot blue and the water is as smooth and as clear as ice. “You just have to go for it,” Sofia tells me, when she turns around waist-deep and catches me, hesitating, as…