I have had a rather busy and exciting week.
For the last few months, A and I have been working on getting our very own little home. I have, over this time, learnt that I do not like banks but that I am not quite as inept as I thought I was at all things money related.
A little while ago we found one. A little while later we made an offer. And on Friday, we got the keys.
It's been a truly wonderful experience. When we first moved in to our house with rosesinthefrontgardenandeverything, I wasn't really able to be a part of it, as we'd literally just signed the rental agreement when my lung decided I needed a 3 month vacation chez Brompton. By the time I came out (chest drain still in) I was in a pretty weak state and most of our stuff had been moved in anyway, and it was a bizarre and disjointed entrance.
This time I have been involved in everything. Everything from going in and sweeping and hoovering and polishing to helping move furniture. Well, actually it was predominantly standing watching the guys heave the sofa up the stairs trying to say helpful things and stay quite far out of the way.
When we gave the keys of our house with rosesandeverything back to the landlord I could feel the tears coming, but I managed to hold off till we were safely back in the car and out of view. I cried a lot. I do feel like I have left a lot behind in that house. So much happened there; various events and memories that one will associate with a home as well as some pretty key moments: my almost fatal lung collapse, LLTGL was first dreamt up in that lounge, Emmie and I sat on the floor sorting Tshirts and discussing plans, my call for transplant...then after transplant, A and mine engagement and then marriage....it's seen a lot that little house.
As I say I do feel like I have left a lot behind. Neither in a good nor a bad way. It's just a big change, another big step forwards, and some things now seem further in the past.
A and I are very cosy in our new place. It's still hugely exciting that we're in our very own little house, I don't think I can quite believe it, even though it already feels like home. What a lucky girl eh?
I haven't even felt the need to decorate everything pink. In fact I distinctly heard myself say to A "I'll have to get new towels, pink ones just don't go..."
I must be growing up.