The time has come and if everything goes to plan we will be leaving this house behind and moving to pastures new. Yes, we are moving house, again. We have just under a month to pack up everything before we have to close this front door one last time. What has started out as a leisurely affair has suddenly become very fraught and pressurised. I’m not sure how I am feeling about it all. This house was never one that pulled on our heartstrings. We bought it so that we could get on the Jersey property ladder. It was always meant to be the short-term option. However, over time I have fallen in love with this house.
What This House Means To Us
It’s the only house my youngest daughter remembers. It’s where she learnt to walk, placing one hesitant foot in front of the other. It’s the house she graduated from cot, to junior bed to then bunk bed. It’s the girl’s bedroom where I spent ages planning and creating their dream bedroom. It’s the house that allowed me to create my dream of working from home. A house that allowed me to have my own office, my own space. In short it has been a home that has grown with us and our needs. A home that is flexible.
It’s the house that was perfect in terms of location. It doesn’t have a garden but who needs a garden when you are just around the corner from the park. It’s right in the hub of the Jersey. I can walk out of my front door and be at the shops in under 60 seconds. Another ten minutes and I am at the beach. It’s a modern house but quirky. It was a blank canvas when we moved in but now it is crammed full of character, our four characters. There are scuff marks on the wall. Marks where I have scrubbed Youngest’s Picasso masterpieces from the wall. Over time we lovingly added our stamp and now this house feels like it is bursting with personality. It feels like our home. Yet, I suspect that I am the only one who feels a little bit sad about leaving this glorious house behind. I doubt anyone else is laying awake at night asking if we really should be moving. Worrying about saying goodbye to our home. It is a house that has been kind to me. When I was overwhelmed with loneliness and missing home, this house wrapped me up. I was only a short walk away from a coffee shop. I was only a short walk away from everything. This house looked after me.
A Garden And A Project!
However, the children are desperate for a garden and our next home will give us that. Mr C is looking forward to a project and the new house will give him that. I am very excited about creating a new home for us. I am worried though. I am worried how the girls will cope with going back to basics. How the girls are going to find it living on a building site. It is going to be challenging but also terribly exciting too. We are moving to a 1940s semi-detached house. It is identical in layout to my Nan’s old home. Perhaps that’s why I didn’t run out screaming when I saw the ivy completely covering one of the windows. Perhaps that’s why I was able to overlook the mould growing on the ceiling of one of the rooms. Perhaps that’s why I am able to overlook it all because I love those fireplaces, the cornicing and the serving hatch. It’s a home that is stuck in the 1940s but it’s a home. It’s a house that has been rented out for years and as a result it needs someone to love it again. I know that we can make it into a lovely place to lay our heads. We can breathe life back into the bricks and mortar. There will be walls knocked down and an extension built. We have been here before. I have spoken about our first home that needed so much work but we were hopelessly out of our depth. I am a little worried that we have taken on more than we can chew again. But then I know that we are older and hopefully wiser. Also, it’s good to feel scared, sometimes.
A House In The Country!
We are also moving back out to the countryside. I feel that this is the right move too. We moved into town and I loved having everything on my doorstep but now I am looking forward to being surrounded by fields and living in a village again. I’m looking forward to weekends spent walking into the village and buying the paper from the village shop. I’m looking forward to going for walks down the muddy lanes. I’m looking forward to it all, but I will miss this house, my home.
One of the rooms I will miss the most is my home office. It is actually our 3rd bedroom but we use it as a guest room/gym/office. When we move I won’t have an office until the extension is done. I am hoping that I can get an office at the bottom of the garden, that I can now have the Roald Dahl office of my dreams. Mr C doesn’t know this yet. I am trying to find the right time to break that to him 😉 Therefore, the running machine will be packed away and put in the garage. It was the running machine that helped me get ready for the Moonwalk marathon and the Island Walk. Running on that treadmill kept me sane when I felt low. It was my companion during my darkest moments. Exercise really is good for our mental health. We should all exercise. However, I feel that I can now pack it away. Who needs a treadmill when I have glorious country lanes to run down. There is no room for the treadmill in the new house and even if there were, I suspect me running on it would bring the ceiling down or I would fall through the floor! I made this vlog before I knew that we had an offer on our home. Come and have a nosy at my office. This is my goodbye 🙂 Who knows where my next home office will be. I fancy the corner of the living-room.
Please see below the video for an another update.
Since writing this post we have found out that the house we are buying has fallen through. That is a whole other story and I will be writing a blog post on it. It is fair to say that we are very angry about it all. We now have 2 weeks to find somewhere to live. The phrase “up sh*t creek without a paddle” has never been more appropriate. I am trying to be very zen about it all. I can be heard repeating my catchphrase “It’s all fine.” At the end of the day it’s just bricks and mortar and I’m not going to let it stress me out. It just wasn’t meant to be. My mum did make me laugh though, “Emma, I think that this could be a sign that you are meant to move back to the mainland”. Hmmm, maybe mum, maybe.