Our house, in the middle of our street

Feel a bit wierd. I put my house on the market on Tuesday and got an offer of what I was expecting today, so just a survey to get through and then its goodbye Cassa Del Edge. Luckily I have a new snazzy flat which I purchased (pending survey and morgage) for my new abode, but although I am certain i have done the right thing, it still feels weird.

This was may family home since 1980, nearly 27 years of my life have been spent here, thats longer than some of my readers have been on the planet! The house became mine after my mum died and my dad moved away and although the house IS mine, it never completely FELT like mine. I always thought of it as my mum and dads house.

Its weird to think that out of the first 20 houses in the street, I have been here the longest, I have seen many different neighbours, some became friends, so merely passed through and some still stay here.

I have done a lot of remanicing since I first took action to sell the place, it does seem that it was only a short time ago I would rush home from school, take my dogs out for a walk, mum would make tea, dad would come home from work and then i would go out and play with my friends, but in reality, that was probably about 16-17 years ago, where does the time go?

I am sad to leave, its sort of like the last part of my mum that I had to hold on to, but it had to be done, the house was too big for just little ol’ me and I will always have my memories. The people that have bought it seem nice and the house will be used once more for what it was supposed to, a family home.

Sooooooooooooo 31st July I move in to my new place, woo hoo!!

GI

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