It’s finally official. This month we are moving house.
Moving from the home we brought Ace into. The one he first smiled, rolled, crawled and pulled himself up in. And it breaks my heart to think it’s not the place he’ll take his first independent steps in.
But all things come to an end, and our time in our beautiful seaside home is nearly over.
It’s all by choice don’t get me wrong. We’ve been here 4 and a half years. It’s the home we made whilst dating, and we’ve since got engaged, married and brought a child into the world. It’s about time we bought our own home and tended to a garden. And I LOVE our new house. It’s everything I’ve dreamed of.
But it doesn’t stop it being hard does it? Locking up those memories and walking away for someone else to maybe start their story there.
But anyway, I can’t wait to share our new home and plans to put our own stamp on it. It’s a bit of a beige palace with lots of potential to turn it into a dream home over next few years.
It’s funny, I thought I’d want to do all the work immediately but actually, I’m really looking forward to taking our time. Debating over paint colours, saving up for forever key pieces and establishing the feel we want our home to have. Good job really, I don’t know where we’d find the time 😂
Changes are coming..
So life is about to become cardboard box living, Pinterest creating and drooling over the Farrow and Ball chart (knowing I’ll cheekily Valspar it 😂) I can’t wait to share our new family home with you, and I’ll no doubt be documenting over on Insta stories if that’s your bag.
For now it’s over and out from our seafront home.
It’s been a pleasure.