Comfortably numb

"I feel quite numb" I said to Mum earlier on the phone, "I don't think I'll cry" I scoffed before the truck rolled off with all our belongings, away from the house I moved into as a newlywed, the house I went into labour in, the house I was THE HAPPIEST I HAVE EVER FELT IN MY ENTIRE LIFE in.

One last look I thought to myself and that's what did it. Empty, with only hints of what had happened between it's four walls. And this stupid movie montage of moments started to play in my head. I saw Squidge running along the wood floors calling after me, I saw Angus and I cooking in the kitchen to music. Then the tears came flooding. Numb eh? Yeah right.

We has a strange day. Lots of waiting around while Pickfords men did all the work. Lots of coffees and anxious phonecalls to solicitors chasing keys and this mystery "compelition" deadline - when legally you have to vacate the property you did own and get to the new property you are about to own. When the money transfers between strangers' bank accountants and everyone says it's OK to move a place on the Monopoly board without passing Go.

We drove our little goldfish (boy that fish has been through some moves!) to Wilmslow for more hanging around and then eventually we were in.

And I am on Cloud 9. The new house is amazing, no regrets so far. The sun shone for us and the Chorlton tears have dried (for the moment). The furniture has been rebuilt, Squidge is home from a day with the Gagas and is loving it already and we just had our first meal in our new kitchen.

Exhausted and happy to be home. Our new home.