We have lived in our home almost 8 years, and recently decided to put it up for sale. It wasn’t a decision we were expecting to make, but after falling in love with another house, not far from our own – we decided to take the plunge. Putting our home on the market has been more emotional than I imagined, and I’ve realised just how much I love our home. It’s a home that I love being in and look forward to returning to.
Its walls have heard conversations, heard shouting, heard laughing, seen tears, seen joy, seen frustration and witnessed two of our children being born. It has kept us warm, sheltered, safe and content. It has been a part of our family and we have treasured it. We have created so many memories there, that will be remembered forever. It feels like a lot to leave behind.
Over the last 8 years we have changed just about everything – we have moved walls, moved doors, put in double glazing where needed, painted every single piece of ceiling and wall, installed coving, added a patio and everything that comes with installing a new kitchen and bathroom. It has been a real labour of love and we have made it our own. We have loved deciding where to put shelves, which tiles to buy and where to place furniture. A few years on, there are still DIY jobs left unfinished (does it ever end?), cluttered corners and the boys’ rooms never quite got there.
When our house first went up for sale it made me feel nervous – every corner of our pride and joy was on the internet for the whole world to see, and I didn’t like it. It felt like letting people have a huge peek into my soul, which I know sounds dramatic. I will be really sad when it is time to leave our home, but I’m also excited to make another house our own. The process of moving house still feels unsure. Nothing is certain, but I really hope that whoever buys our home loves it as much as we do.