These Old Walls
This will be our 4th move in 6 years.
WELL!!! We should be “Pro’s”, take it all in our stride, right?
Mmmm….. Not so much….
Every time we move, I find myself stroking the walls of an empty house. I get a lump in my throat when I add to the ever-expanding pile of cardboard boxes in the hallway. Feel my heart ache as I pull into the driveway after work each evening.
Doesn’t it sound so silly? They’re just buildings after all?
But they become so much more than that don’t they? Not just houses, but Homes. This home, more than any other, I’m finding it so hard to say goodbye. This was the home that stole our hearts 3 years ago, those big old beams, the enormous garden for the boys. Every morning when I pull open the blinds, I breath in the view, the rolling Cheshire countryside. We’ve been so so lucky to live here.
We love our neighbours, like, really really love them. In them we’ve found friends for life.
We love our postman. Mad as a hatter, but always in THE BEST mood, It’s infectious.
We love the territorial cows that chase us out of the field when we’re walking Halle. That big fat wood pigeon who perches himself outside our bedroom window.
We love the sunset from the back garden, that enormous sky that gifts us, almost every night, to a hour of pure magic.
Yep, this house is pretty special. But it’s not these things that we’ll miss most. We’ll just miss the old walls, and the stories they hold. There’s that phrase “if walls could talk”, and goodness I wish they could.
We’ve had two beautiful Christmas’s. Seven wonderful birthdays. We welcomed our baby boy and had our first night all together as a family of four. We’ve played and laughed and loved and fought, we’ve made this house our Home.
But all that said… The pull of home, is why we’re moving. We miss Wales. Ollie has the most beautiful relationship with my parents, who really do take the most amazing care of him. With another baby on the way, we want them to grow up close to their adoring family. Of course we have dear friends and precious family in Edinburgh too, we really are quite torn between Scotland and Wales. Thats why we moved to Cheshire, to be between both. In reality, we’re now near neither.
We want to be able to ‘pop over’ for Sunday lunch, without the hassle of weeks of planning. We want to help my grandparents settle into their new house, to make every family party, nights out with friends… Yep… We’re ready to be back where it all started.
Almost the exact same time we found out we were expecting baby number 3, the opportunity came up at work to transfer to the South and Midlands Region. As difficult as it was to leave my excellent team whom I’ve loved working with so much. We took the leap. So, in less than a weeks time, we move house!
We’ve found a lovely little gem of a country cottage in Herefordshire. 400 years old, its all wood burners and beams. Over 2 hours from here, very close to lovely Ledbury and just a short drive to Cheltenham and the Cotswolds. But the best bit….only 20 minutes from Wales!!
It’s with mixed emotions that we’re currently packing up this home. The boxes are taking over and I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. I know I’ll be stroking these walls until the day we leave, absorbing all their stories and precious memories. I pray that we’ll be just as happy in our new home, and that the boys will love it too.
So, here’s to this truly special home in Cheshire and all the wonderful memories we have of it, and here’s to many many more in our new home further South ❤️
Oooh and if you like the robe I’m wearing in the picture above, so do I! I actually never want to take it off but I should be keeping it all lovely because I’d like it to be my birthing robe. Pink Blush Maternity have the most gorgeous selection of maternity and birthing robes. A perfect baby shower gift! Xx