As mentioned on the previous post, after two long gruelling years, we have finally sold our house and we are scheduled to move on the 22nd of this month.
I started packing last Saturday and managed to pack all of the books on the shelves in our lounge and some of little T’s toys and books too. There are still a few books to pack in our bedroom, but that shouldn’t be too difficult to pack.
Our house is looking empty – empty shelves that was once piled up with books. It’s looking like an empty shell, a carcass of what was once our home. While we are glad that we have finally sold it, especially after all the drama and everything that has happened, it feels a bit like it is a bitter-sweet feeling. T says it all, “I’m going to miss my old house mum”.
Of course she’ll miss this house. This is the only house she’s ever known, ever lived in. We took her home from the hospital in Exeter to this house. She learned to do everything here, walk, talk, and run. This house saw her off on her first day of school.
I’m glad though that she’ll be in school when we move. Otherwise I have a feeling it will just end in tears. When she comes home on Tuesday two weeks form now, she’ll be going home to a different house. And I’m hoping the excitement of the new house will prevail over the sadness of leaving the old one.
As for me, of course I’ll miss this house too. We never had any intentions of moving down to Cornwall, it was just convenient for us to come down here when we landed from Africa where my husband and I first met as volunteers. He worked with the Ministry of Education and I was a Communications officer for an NGO in West Africa. But I won’t bore you lovely folks with all the boring details of how we met, all I want to say is that, this little two-bed-terraced house was my first home in England almost a decade ago. Our little family is closing an important chapter in our lives and hoping the next one will be as good, or even better than the one we are closing. I almost feel like breaking into song “Should Old Acquaintance be forgot, and never brought upon, the flames of love extinguished and fully past and gone ….” It certainly isn’t the new year, even the Chinese new year is over and done with, but we, our little family of three (four if you include Doc, five if you include Boots, our cat whom-we-have-yet-to-claim-back) is embarking on a new beginning.
Have you ever felt this way?
Ending a chapter in your life and opening another one?
My word of the week is: Beginnings.