Moving Day: Our Lives in Boxes

I’ve been sat in amongst the boxes of our life in this house for about an hour now. We’re moving out today so we can get some essential work done. It is work that means we can live safely in our house for as long as we choose to stay here, and although we’re only going to be away for a few months I still feel a little, bereft?

My husband and I moved quite regularly before we bought this house three years ago. We first moved in together in 2011, and moved five times in following years. Every move is tinged with a bit of sadness, because you’ve had a life in that house – not matter how short a time you lived there.

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This time I feel sad that some of Pippin’s milestones might happen whilst we’re not living in our family home. I feel sad that some of our most treasured belongings are going to be in the loft, wrapped in bubble wrap.

I also feel sad because we’ve moved five times before, and I know just how long unpacking takes.

I will miss our house whilst we’re gone, but realistically I know that we couldn’t have stayed here much longer without making these changes. And I know that it is infinitely better to do it now, whilst Pippin is very young and it won’t affect her too much, than when she is older and more conscious of the change.

So today we will leave our home, and know that when we come back it is going to look very different. But it will also be a family home that we can stay in for as long as we need to, and that is very exciting.