Leaving L Street

Tonight is our last night in our little house.  I feel so emotional tonight, I still can't quite believe that tomorrow we are moving.  We have only lived here for 2.5 years but the time we have had here has been so special.  I have formed such an attachment to this place and I am so sad to be leaving it behind.

When we moved here we took a massive gamble, we didn't know anyone here and the house was an absolute dump, my husband loved it though and wanted a project house, I went along with it because I fell in love with the open fireplaces and the character it held.  I am so glad we chose this house as we have completely turned it around and made it into our own little nest.  Everything in our house we have built from scratch and designed ourselves, it took us nearly a year to renovate the whole place and every part of it represents our characters and personalities.  Our blood, sweat and tears have gone into making this house a home.  I have also met some lovely people here and have a whole new group of friends that I am lucky to have in my life, if it wasn't for taking the gamble and moving to a totally new town id have never of met them.

When we moved in here there was just Hubby, me and the two cats, after 4 months of living here we found out I was pregnant, I still remember being so shocked that I nearly passed out in the bathroom and being so in denial that I took another 14 tests just to make sure.  In that same bathroom my labour started at 11pm the day before my due date.  I remember pacing around the living room in agony for 56 hours because my labour wouldn't progress enough for the hospital to let me stay in, and my super sympathetic husband watching about 12 bloody Wrestle Manias in a row because I was in too much pain to make him turn it off.

Our little house is where we brought our son home to, I can remember walking in with him in his car seat and putting him down in front of us and looking at each other saying "What are we meant to do now?".  Its where we have watched him grow from a tiny little newborn into an absolute crazy loon of a toddler.  He has spent the first 16 months of his life here, to him this is his safe haven and where he knows as home.  He has had all of his firsts here, smiles, giggles, rolling, crawling, walking, talking.  Its where we have looked after him, played with him and shaped him into the incredible little love that he is.

So many of my most precious memories are all tied up in these four walls.  I know that memories can be taken with you wherever you go and that no matter what you will always have them.  I also know that we will now be starting an exciting new chapter in project house number 2 and that its the start of exciting new adventures and memory making, but I still feel like I am leaving a huge part of what has made us a family behind and I am so sad.  I love this house and what it has helped us to become.

Im off for another cry!

Vx