Goodbye and thanks for the memories

Today is the penultimate day in our house for tomorrow is move day. The lady of the manor and the wee ones have already left, they’ve headed home for a couple of days leaving me to get the house ready for the removal guys to come and pack and move us.

I never thought I would really get attached to a house but I’m finding it quite emotional leaving this place. Getting tougher with each milestone of a ‘last’ that has passed, the last bath, the last bed time, the last goodbye in the morning and so on. We moved in as a relatively newly married couple into our first ever house, now a little over 3 years later we leave as parents to 2 amazing little children and an awesome hound.

So much has happened in those 3 years, so many memories created which thankfully in this digital age can be relived quite easily. We have hours of video taken on our phones, 1000′s of photos capturing moments in time and with this blog a way to look back at some of the emotions and experiences.

As I go around the house sorting and tidying I’m taking the opportunity to remember some of those moments, to remind myself of what we’ve been through, to try to keep it fresh.

The lounge where we sat on our first night on a borrowed sofa eating Chinese takeaway with no curtains at the window. Where we spent probably our darkest ever moment one evening knowing that the lady of the manor was mis-carrying and all we could do was sit and let it happen. But also the scene of one of the greatest moments as a dad when Matilda walked for the very first time.

The bathroom where the lady of the manor has soaked in the bath during both labours, the first with Matilda in a bathroom that contained just a bath and no tiles on the wall. A room where we have spent many nights laughing and playing with the babies and getting soaked.

The garden where we spent many hours digging up all the random plants, paving slabs and bark the previous owners had put down. With the ‘help’ of a very small Bracken who did his best to pull up shrubs all by himself. Where the lady of the manor and I sat on summer evenings eating BBQ’d food with 2 baby monitors sat looking at us hoping that they’d both sleep.

Every room has a story for us and no doubt for many other people in the 120 years since it was built. But now we must take those memories with us and leave the bricks and mortar for someone else.

Goodbye little house, you’ve been great.