We have lived in our home for 30 years and bought up 3 children here. God at times it’’s been tough ~ family life and marriage, but somehow we made it.
Anyway grown up kids all live fairly close and visit the ‘family home’ often.
I’ve recently been diagnosed with some health problems and have to think about if I can’t drive…we are in a tiny village/ hamlet with nothing and near nothing.
We really have to be sensible and move, and if I’m honest, I’m bored being in the same place now.
Before we lived here, for forever, my life had been spent moving between so many homes.
So it makes sense , it’s a bit exciting ~ but I am floored by the emotions and the memories I’ll be leaving behind. Literally I cry every time I think about the children as babies and toddlers and all the events and parties we have had over the years. Them on the primary school bus, playing in the Wendy house….it’s endless.
I actually have nightmares about the first night in a new house realising I’ve made a mistake that I can never put right and never get back to this house.
I cry when I think about another family here, who won’t know what all the rooms, and garden and things meant to us and what happened in them.
In the rest of my life I love challenge, work in a difficult job and think I’m pretty resilient ~ but this just makes me fall apart. I’ve faced illness, nearly getting divorced and family members dying young ~ I can face things ~ but his is actually making me ill.
Has anyone left a family home they were really attached to, and how did it go? Xxx