I feel I needed to write this, probably just to get it off my chest more than anything. I feel like we are living in limbo. We are in a lucky position at the moment, living in a lovely village, on a lovely plot, and I am blessed that I am able to drop my two daughters off at school every morning which is all of two minutes walk away.
However...
The house is much smaller than we are used to. The girls are so unbelievably messy. My eldest is a hoarder who keeps every tiny thing she finds, so her room is filled with mouldy conkers, 'precious stones' and bits of scrap paper from school. She insists on getting everything out to play with, and her little sister is starting to learn a trick or two from her.
My youngest has a room smaller than a dining table - she is currently in a cot-bed which only just fits into her room, there are a set of drawers and a small wardrobe - but these are squished in behind the door.
We have all adapted pretty well to a one-floor living arrangement though. Given we are very social people, we quite often end up having friends over for a spontaneous pizza/film/drinking night, and the girls are no more than 5 meters away from the kitchen or the living room at any given time, and yet they manage to sleep through us listening to Queen blaring out of the soundbar without an issue.
It is all such a strange scenario in that I love living in this bungalow. But I should hate everything about it. We have Dark brown carpets, loud floral wallpaper, 3 small bedrooms and only 1 toilet (first world problems, I know!) it just seems so backwards to move from a modern new-build, which had every lovely thing you crave in a family home, to something which is just an idea. I am so lucky that my Husband can turn his hand to almost anything DIY-related (apart from plastering, but I won't go there). Nothing is too much trouble for him, and I have some vision. We rumble along quite nicely in life. I just hope it all comes together and our plans are passed.
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