10 years ago two big changes happened in my life: I left school and I started uni.
And 10 years ago my parents moved from the town I grew up in. It was a very, very sad day when we left. I remember crying when the movers put my piano in the lorry to go into storage until my parents found a new house (9 months later). I remember sleeping on the floor in my old bedroom on the last night we lived there because my bunk bed had been taken to pieces. I remember cleaning skirting boards with my mum. I remember leaving the house for the last time and driving straight to someone’s house to drop something off, and whilst my mum was dropping it off I burst into tears!
We lived in that house for almost 15 years, so pretty much my whole childhood happened there. If I have a dream about being in a house, it’s nearly always in that house but perhaps with a few changes. My parents painted a mural of Disney characters on the wall in what became my bedroom. My dad and Pappy (grandad) built a Wendy house in the garden. We helped dig foundations for the new kitchen and found hundreds of flying ants. Our neighbour’s son threw a snowball in my mouth from across the fence during a snowball fight. So many memories…
Well, almost 10 years to the day since we moved from that house, my parents have put their house on the market! I haven’t lived at their house much as I was at uni when they moved there and got married soon after finishing uni, but still it seems momentous to me that it’s within a few days of the 10 year anniversary of leaving the town I grew up in. Christmas could be in a strange house this year. Hopefully they’ll move a bit closer to us.
Maybe I’m just a bit sentimental, but this particular ’10 years since’ has really struck me!