Before Christmas, with baby Smith number two on the way, we’d discussed moving house. You know, those casual conversations – “we really should see what’s out there, we’ll need more space.” Although our two bedroom terrace could accommodate a newborn (with bubbs in our room for up to 6 months), after that things may be a little tricky. With A starting school in September (how did that happen?!), her sharing with a baby is going to be unfair in our eyes.
So back to the search…we viewed a house on Saturday we’ve sort of fallen in love with, okay really fallen in love with. Is it tempting fate to write about it? Who knows. Either way, the reality is we now need put ours on the market, which we’re doing this week. I was surprised how emotional this decision has made me feel. Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones or maybe it’s because this house is our first family home. We got married while living here, we brought our first baby home here and she took her first steps in her bedroom, we’ve shared big moments of our lives here. This home is more than just a house, it’s a huge part of our lives. All these memories, all this history is ingrained in this house. It’s heart wrenching to think about moving on.
As our family grows I guess we also grow as people and change is one of life’s certainties. With this in mind I think, when the day comes, it’ll be an exciting prospect to make new memories in a new house. To make it our home.