Our home by the sea…
Before my guy had his accident our original plan was to move to Cardiff, save save save, then apply for immigration to New Zealand to start our cool new life together.
When his accident happened, we were like... 'Errrrrrrrrr, what next??'
We were living at different ends of the country, and while we had no clue about a whole bunch of stuff, we decided to progress to step one of original plan (move to Cardiff, and actually be in the same postcode as each other) then figure the rest out later.
We found a place that has now been our home for the last three years. It's a place that holds so many memories (some good, some unimaginably tough), yet it's also a place we're now often itching to leave - because while I/we love our home (and I/we really, really do), it's also too small for everything we need (our spare room alone gets to be an office, a wardrobe, a 'warehouse', and a place for my guy to sleep when he's sick - and I won't even tell you the guilt I feel that my guy has his work desk in our one and only windowless corridor...), and is tucked away a little too far from friends we miss/don't see or spend as much time with as we'd like.
Yet before we do (leave) I wanna take a moment to celebrate our home of (different than planned) beginnings, because while we and are stuff are on top of each other, on so many levels our first home together has also been PERFECT.
You see it's one tucked away in an old converted Art Deco hospital and set amongst the hugest of grounds. Grounds we've often looped around when we couldn't really get out, yet also needed some fresh air. Grounds that meet the edge of the sea, with a coastal path that runs right alongside it - one just about manageable on four wheels (the 'just' part meaning I still wince every time he pushes past/over the sketchily narrow edge parts, yet make it we do...).
Our home has also allowed us to bring the outside in each day, with it's huge great big windows and walls of glass that you can open right up to let the sunlight come pouring in, and it's small (but just ours) patio that have allowed for lunches outside and al fresco dinners to be enjoyed while the sun sets. It's a home I've adored for being able to hear the waves from the sea on one side, and the rustle of the leaves of the woods on the other.
A home that's also been a second home to our favourite friend/foster cat that I'm gunna miss tickling so much.
Our home by the sea has ultimately been a place that while a little too small, has also been a beautiful place that's allowed us to find our feet while deciding 'what next...' - something we feel we've decided almost four years after his accident, and three years living here.
So yeah, while on lot's of levels we're itching to leave and breathe into something a little bigger than can be home to us both and everything we need... I also don't wanna overlook all the beautiful and awesome things it's given us - and continues to give us until we do, because it's so easy to forget that stuff when you're focusing on the stuff that frustrates you and what it isn't giving you (and I definitely don't wanna see just that side of the coin).
So this story... I guess it doesn't really have a great big point, it's more a celebration of our home (and the memories it contains) that never want to forget. A place that right now I want to make the very most of while it's still ours (even if for now we might, maybe, just get under each others feet some days... 😉).
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