I know I have done this time and time before, but this time it's a little different. When we were younger, because of my father's job, we moved around the UK a few times, it was all positive as it was all promotions and new opportunities for him, every move we made it was something new and exciting. A new bedroom, a new school, a new place to discover.
We moved to York in 1991 and they stayed there till 2009, as much as I never really noticed or thought about it, that house became a part of the family and when it came to them selling it, I was more upset then I had imagined. I understood, my sister and I were grown up, we have moved south to London for work, they had the villa in Portugal where they spent most of their time and had a social life, so it made sense to sell such a big house, and downsize. But I guess I will always cherish the 18 years in Wenlock House.
Forward on to 2011 and they have finally found a house, took them 2 years, but finally they did it. It's in Surrey, and tomorrow I will be visiting it for the first time. Is it immature to say that I am nervous about the visit? Maybe. But I am. Is it going to be the same? Is it going to be somewhere I can relate to a family home to come home to for Christmas and home cooked family roasts? Maybe. Is it somewhere I can have some of my things so I feel I am still part of that house like Wenlock? Or is this mum and dad's place? And only their place? I have clothes and things in the villa in Portugal, but not too much. But it still feels like home, which is good. I hope this place is the same.
It looks beautiful and I really, genuinely hope the best for my parents. God knows the searched long and hard enough. So for their sake I hope this is the perfect place they can call home (well.. the UK home anyway). Crossed fingers.
