We rent. That’s what we do in this current climate and we probably always will. Whilst family members and friends are tucked up in their humble abodes, painting walls and making their houses into homes we will continue to make our own memories to keep not inside our own four walls but inside our minds.
Renting certainly has it’s perks. We have no commitments and we can live anywhere we choose. But this year sees another move. A fourth one for us as a couple and a third one for us as a family. We’ve packed, unpacked, uprooted and settled. Sometimes to experience a different part of the country and other times to be near family. This time we are moving on to give our Daughter a good education and upbringing in a small rural village. Somewhere we would never be able to afford to purchase a house but in the surroundings we can enjoy for the next ten years whilst our Daughter settles into school. We have found our forever house – a property that will always be available to rent but never to buy.
Tucked away in a sleepy little village our weekends will compromise of baking and Sunday walks. I like the idea of home made suppers and using left overs to throw together a hearty soup on a winters evening. Shopping will become a luxury and hopefully the pace of life will lend a slower breath.
March sees the start of treatment for a health problem for me and the fresh air along with peaceful nights will be much needed on the road to recovery.
So I have begun packing up a whole house, years of belongings and boxes of clothes and toys our preschooler has collected over the years. This time it’s a big move. Old baby equipment, pushchairs and a cot. Along with her modern day amnesties she has now.
But I am also mentally boxing up memories and feeling sincerely emotional. You see, we love this house and we have the most fabulous memories. The house is just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Our belongings are spread throughout the town with my Husbands office in one area , and two sets of storage in another. It just makes sense to bring everyone and everything together and find those four walls where we can be complete.
Our Daughter has achieved all of her first milestones in this house. She took her first steps in her bedroom. She learned to climb the stairs. We spent many nights weaning and tasting different foods. She learned to sing and dance in the kitchen. Almost every room has so many special memories. Her 1st birthday party with close family and friends in the garden was a day that I will never forget. It was perfect. Without leaving the comfort of (somebody else’s) our own home. And only yesterday we were admiring the Daffodil seeds we planted together last year. They are just beginning to sprout through and it pains me to know that this year they will flower without our admiration.
I worry our Daughter has to go through that period again of being unsettled. This time she is old enough to understand that we are going to a new house and she will be included in the entire process. She will be with us from the moment we close the door to the old until the moment we unlock the door to the new. No surprises.
Olivia has never been a good sleeper and looking back now it is obvious just how uprooting your child even as a baby and toddler can affect their sense of personal safety.
But I am excited for new beginnings and fresh walls. Moving gives me a motivational buzz. To clear out the old and make space for the new. To sew fresh seeds on a new garden in the knowing we will be there to see them flower over the years. To have the opportunity to lay wall paper onto a bare wall and even get the chance to smell fresh paint. Chosen by me!! Farewell magnolia.
Here’s to the next 10 years and new beginnings which leaves me thinking about more memory makers. I think in this new house I may start a height chart for Olivia by the kitchen door.
Do you have any ideas for great memory makers or keepsakes?