Eeek! After months of little discussions over glasses of wine and thinking of ‘what ifs’ and ‘planning our futures’…….it’s finally happening. We’ve gone and popped our house on the market.
And now I feel a little unsure….nervous and sad because I do love this little house and our lovely neighbours. I don’t want our house to feel that we don’t love it but it is time for new adventures.
We weren’t quite sure when the best time for a move was. We’d like another bedroom, we’d like to be a bit closer to lovely places to walk without having to get in the car. We’d like a bigger garden for tree houses and water fights and pets. We’d like little, silly things like a drive, a garage and side access (goodness, we sound old!) but we’d like all of this with the same kind of character of this house (oh and the same size kitchen would be nice!)
And throwing this in with the fact that our favourite parts of South London are also the most expensive and well….we may not be able to move at all!
But it’s worth a try. Given that we travel to the kidlet’s school (after not getting into the school 0.2 miles down the road grrrrrrr….) nothing is keeping us here at the moment and there might just be the perfect house hiding round some nearby corner……
But as the sign went up and the house details were sent to us, I had a little question of ‘are we doing the right thing?’ I looked at the pictures the estate agent sent and thought, I’d buy that house all over again!
So you may see lots more photos of our little house popping up on here, so that we can cherish the memories and savour every last drop of the last 5/6 years. This house has seen two births, changes of jobs, BBQs and Bonfire Parties and I’ll certainly miss it’s charm.