If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook you’ll know that the McCann family are on the move, off to pastures new. Less than half a mile away, but in some ways this is a long road with many twist and turns, because although the physical move is highly anticipated and well planned out, the emotional shift that will take us away from our home of 14 years is something else entirely.
As we prepare for our move, packing, decluttering, cleaning, I am in two minds about the whole thing. Don’t get me wrong, this is the right move for our family and I am very excited for what is to come. I’m excited for more space, for the work we want to do to make the new house into our home, I’m excited to be closer to family and friends, and to become part of a new community. I am however a bit sad about all the things that we are leaving behind.
Mr McC and I bought this house in 2004, we were just one year into married life and full of enthusiasm for this lovely little terrace cottage. There was no central heating, the windows and front door were in need of replacement, as were the kitchen, bathroom, skirting boards and doors and the garden was more like a jungle than the well manicured lawn we wanted. We hit the renovations head on, and moved into our fully renovated house just 8 weeks after getting the keys. I remember feeling relieved that all the work was behind us and we could get on with enjoying our new home. I never expected that ‘the work’ would never end, and as our lives changed so would our home.
In the early days we had parties without too much concern for our cream carpets (or the neighbours) and our house was the ideal after party venue because it is so convenient. We took a 3 year break from the house while living in London, but it was still ours, and we were delighted to move back in when we moved home. This time when we say goodbye we won’t return. We can drive past all we like but it won’t be our house anymore.
We have so many wonderful memories in this house. We have spent many happy hours train watching and looking for frogs in the garden. Catherine has grown here, she rolled over, sat up, crawled and took her first little steps in this house. She was sitting on my knee in the living room and said ‘dog’ when she was just 9 months old. She fell down the stairs and thankfully avoided injury. She has drawn on the walls and smudged the windows with fingerprints and kisses. She’s only 4 and I’m worried that she won’t even remember her very first haven.
This house has been everything to us. We are so proud of what we have achieved here, both in terms of the improvements we have made and the direction our lives have taken.
So as we pack up all of our worldly possessions and clear the decks for someone new, we are taking pictures as we go. Pictures of nothing in particular, but of everything that has helped shape our lives as a family. We will miss this wee place, but we are ready for a new adventure.
The Storybook Mummy xxx