After the initial excitement of actually selling the house back in August, it felt like we had a quiet couple of months where nothing happened. In fact things slowed down so much that we were worried about whether we would ever move house at all. Luckily we have had a brilliant and very supportive estate agent and solicitor who have helped at every stage to iron out any potential problems (the joys of living on an unadopted country lane- it led to endless problems with the sale). Anyway it's all gone through and I am now sitting here surrounded by boxes. I am feeling utterly exhausted and drained from days of packing boxes, carefully wrapping glasses, china and special trinkets in bubble wrap and just generally living in a state of total chaos. It's really unsettling living like this, and I think the boys especially have found it unsettling but they have both been so good. LO in particular has been quite happy to sit and play or watch TV while we have been frantically packing boxes.
And so now as I sit here on my sofa, I am feeling a real mix of emotions. I think I underestimated how unsettled I would feel at the thought of moving. I have moved house so many times in my life, and I think I counted up that I've lived in around 25 houses since I was born, so I'm well used to moving, but there's something about leaving this house. It was the first house we bought together after we were married. The house where we brought both our baby boys home from the hospital to after they were born. We have celebrated LO's three birthdays here, we have spent our most ordinary of moments here, had some good times and also some not so good times. Our house holds so many memories and I think it's these memories which are making it so hard for me to leave it behind.
But also, we aren't just moving around the corner across the city or even within the same county. We are moving to a whole new part of the country. Somewhere where we don't know a soul. We will be so sad to leave our family and friends here. I'll miss my youngest sister just being able to pop over after work. We are such creatures of routine and it can feel a little unsettling knowing our routine is going to change too. LO and Little L have their final day at their nursery on Thursday (bizarrely after we have moved- we are driving up for the day and making the most of the childcare so we can go to Ikea). But despite all this, we know it's the right thing to do for us as a family. Mr F does so so much driving for his work in the midlands and south, and he is really looking forward to having a shorter commute. We want LO and Little L to be able to go to a smaller village school, we want to be able to enjoy a slower pace of life and to feel a part of the village. So while it all feels quite nerve wracking and scary, it also feels like the right thing to do.
We are just so excited now to get into our new home and I can't wait to share more about the move and the new house on my blog. On a side note, I may be off blog and social media radar for a week or so as Sky can't come to install internet for a week and 4G in the village doesn't seem to exist.
I realised this weekend that I've never really taken a photo of the four of us outside our little house, so I really wanted to capture a couple of photos this weekend. We managed to get a couple this weekend in between rain storms, packing boxes and the limited daylight. They were taken very quickly but looking at the makes me get tears in my eyes. It's that funny feeling of not wanting to leave your house or for anyone else to have your house but also at the same time feeling so unbelievably excited to be in a new house too. But in reality, looking at these photos makes me truly realise it's not about bricks and mortar, glasses, china and sofas, it's about family, about our boys, and as long as the four of us are together, it really doesn't matter where we live. I'm so pleased I have managed to capture these memories as this house and Bradford will always hold a very special place in my heart.
Linking with Katie from Mummy Daddy Me