We're moving out and I'm filled with a mixture of emotions. Yes, there were sleepless nights, followed by headaches, backaches and heartaches for the past month. I'm not being sentimental about the memories I had with him here because I'm too practical to feel just that (yeah, sure!). Of course there were beautiful memories of us transforming this dilapidated house into our love nest albeit this wasn't the house that Mr D built. My anxiety to move out is more of the fear of uprooting and settling down on my own. The things to pack - what do I do with his things? Honey, what should we do with this? The loading - 'if only he were here...' The new place - where's my handyman? Where do I put this, this and that?
Many have asked the reason for the move but it's perhaps best to say that it's just for the better. Many a times has the thought of moving out to a better place (perhaps one a little warmer and with a slightly bigger kitchen) struck my mind, but there was no way I'd get another place offering the same rate. So, I persevered and I told the children to hold on. My landlord's personal problem now is therefore just a reason for us to take the big step out of this house! Here we go!!