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I am sad, my parents are selling my childhood home and I found out last night they have sold it. It is not quite all signed sealed delivered yet but it is almost done and I had no idea how sad it would make me. They only just decided to do it a couple of weeks ago, and it has all happened so fast. Don't get me wrong, I am really happy for mum and dad as I know they are keen to move ( we don’t have the money to do all on the house we need to) But I am so attached to the place I can’t bear the thought of someone else living in it. Every room, every wall, every corner of that place hold a million memories to me, some sad, some difficult, but mostly really really happy ones. That places knows all my secrets, and all my thoughts and the thought of passing it when I return home and it not being mine is a hard one.
It probably sounds very silly but my home makes me feel safe, like no matter what happens wherever I am in the world I had that place to go back to and be protected. I know I will have a place in my parents new place but it won't feel like 'mine' any more. All part of really growing up I guess- I hate change.
It is sad to think that Christmas this year will be my last here, and It will be with a very heavy heart that I help pack up all the stuff to take to the new place. I am excited for the folks to set up their new home and look forward to getting to know it, but this house will always have my heart. I used to live on Fairies Road and even the name was magical to me, I guess I will just have to find the magic in the new place.
Have a really great weekend everyone.
Much Love,
Bx
