Tuesday, 5 November 2013

Saying goodbye to my childhood home

I have got an extremely good long term memory. I remember lots of things from my early childhood, from getting sat on the naughty chair at Nursery School (aged 2) to sucking up paint through a straw when I was meant to be blow painting (also at Nursery School but a year or so down the line).

A couple of memories that stand out to me from this young age are the ones where we moved from a flat into a house literally just around the corner. I remember going with my Mum to ask all the neighbours and neighbouring roads if anyone wanted to do a swap or knew anyone that was looking to swap. I was 3 years old. Luckily for us someone did know someone who wanted to swap. It was their elderly relative that lived in a house around the corner from us and he was finding the stairs difficult so a ground floor flat would be ideal for him.

The next memory that I have is helping us move into that house, I was given the responsibility of carrying the toaster from the flat to the house. I remember walking into my new garden and thinking wow this is a jungle! The grass was so high it had clearly not been cut for a while! The previous occupier had left behind a very old metal framed rocking horse that was half missing its plastic head. I loved that rocking horse.

As the years went by we made lots of great memories in the house, mine and my sisters birthday parties, friends round for tea, impromptu camping in the garden. Getting the big paddling pool out and spending all summer in it!

My parents brought the house when I was about aged 10, it was at the time when the council were offering to sell your house to you at a really good rate.

I am so glad that they made that decision, because fast forward nearly 26 years from when we moved into that house. My childhood home, and they have just sold it. Dont get me wrong, I am VERY sad that my childhood home is no longer mine so to speak. But I am very pleased for my parents because they have been able to make their dreams a reality, they have sold the house and move to Dorset to live by the sea. It is a big move about 2-3 hours drive depending on traffic.


I don't think any of us really believed it was truly sold until moving day. It was a sad day, but I kept my emotions to myself until I got home. I know how excited Mum and Dad were to be moving and there was no way I was going to ruin that excitement. But to say goodbye to the home I had grown up in was just devastating at first. They had removal men moving the boxes into the lorry, and as the morning went by my childhood home was beginning to look less like a home and more like a shell. Then a message from a friend made me think of it in a different way. She said 'its whats inside the house that makes it a home'. The more I thought about that the more I knew she was right, this house was no longer our home and it didn't feel like it either.



That was 3 weeks ago, I still think about my childhood home and it does make me sad that I will never step foot inside there again. But we have been down to visit my parents new home, a lovely apartment by the sea, and it is perfect for them. I am so happy that they have finally been able to realise their dream.



Plus it means that we will have lots of fun making new family memories, this time with my own children too. Lots of holidays to be had by the sea and lots of speaking on facetime. We have already done lots of the latter and it is hilarious. Chester and Millie spend the whole time pulling faces at Nannan and Grangrad, they respond by pulling faces back! Thank goodness for modern technology huh?!

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