New Chapter

I've been having trouble trying to find the right words to explain this blip and not sound overly dramatic, but basically, as of today my ma & pa have moved from the house that they've owned for 37 years - a BIG move.

I was about 5 when we moved in, so I thought I might have felt a bit emotional about it today, but honestly, no, not really. It's the right decision for my parents, and I'm glad that they've done it. A house is just a building - our memories aren't tied to it, we carry them with us. And being a snap-happy trio we have plenty of photos to remind us of ...

... the absolutely unhinged interior design we inherited from the previous owners. I know it was the early 1980s, but come on. I love how dad's camera can't focus on anything except the wallpaper and the carpet.

... the bright orange hallway carpet - it was borderline blinding.

... the rare occasions when we had snow (never more than a centimetre or two) and I could use the sledge dad built for me from my Blue Peter annual.

... kitchen cabinets that were made from reclaimed wood from the chapel where my grandfather had been a minister.

... great outside space meant great birthday parties.

I will not miss having to explain and spell the Welsh house name - thankfully my parents' new home has  a house number.

Thank you T-y-W, you've looked after us well, and I know the new owner will have as happy a life with you as we have had.