“There is nothing more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.”
Moving house is a life event that evokes mixed reactions. It’s either shrouded in sadness and reluctance or it comes as a swath of excitement for the prospect of new beginnings. It is the latter category that I am in and best explains any erratic nature of the blog over the past few weeks.
After months of self-contained excitement in superstitious attempt to prevent any bad luck I can now finally tell you the big secret: we’re moving house. As you read (if you are in fact reading on Friday 26th June 2015) we will be lugging our lives across towns and wading through piles of boxes.
It’s been a long time coming; our little townhouse is no longer big enough to contain us and our insistence on adventure. Time has come to leave the nursery and we’re heading to Neverland. Or at least that’s how it feels.
People, this house is our “grown up house”. It is the house to build in, to grow, love, laugh and learn in. It is a house with a dining room. That’s right, no more TV dinners for us (or at least when we get a dining table). It is a house that promises garden parties and friends for dinner. It’s a house for Explorer puppy to grow in.
I have been fervently planning a proper decoration strategy for this house. We’re already taking about extending and improving. The words “The bathroom needs updating” have passed my lips AND IT’S SO EXCITING.
I am sad to be leaving our little townhouse, sandwich between two sets of beautiful neighbours and sitting on a cat saturated road. I have loved this house and in it we have created a life for ourselves (nearly didn’t add the “for ourselves” then realised the insinuation…….) in this house. It is a house that given us so much, and I will always be grateful to its sturdy walls standing strong through the creation of all of our memories. The forgotten backdrop it will never be. It will always be my favourite for just being the first.
But it’s time to move on and find a new adventure. Its someone else’s turn to enjoy our little townhouse.
It’s time to get a bigger kitchen.