One week tomorrow I leave this house. Words cannot describe how deeply sad this makes me. I've been told it's just a house, bricks and mortar but to me it has always been so much more. It was the house and lifestyle I held in my dreams since I was a teenager thanks to The Good Life and Little House on the Prairie.
This was my forever home, the house where my children would return with their partners and their children. My grandchildren would run round the huge garden, play football on the 'football pitch' and swing on the tyre swings. I planned to build a tree house for them. They'd help me collect eggs and pick veggies. We'd walk the dogs on the moor and watch the deer.
This was a sociable house where family and friends spent time and enjoyed the true peace and quiet of its location. This is a house for sharing and I loved sharing it.
Yes it sounds too good to be true but for 7 years I truly lived that dream. It wasn't perfect but the good always outweighed the bad. And for a short time when I was left on my own I worked out a way to make it continue. It would have been hard but I was willing to try.
But it wasn't to be. The house has been sold after a long stressful process and I've bought a sensible house in Stirling for me and the Teenager.
I know I can make a lovely home for us even though I know in my deepest heart it's not what I want. But I can bloom where I'm planted. It's better for the Teenager to be near his friends and his big brother where he can become more independent. I'm closer to where my partner lives and it's less than an hour to my parents' house by car. All good sensible reasons.