As you can probably tell by the title, I am moving house. Including this next move, I have moved house three times in my life, and for someone who thought they would live in the same house throughout their childhood, and up until they were old enough to go and live on their own, moving three times in the space of almost 15 is a shock, and not a particularly good one.
So the first move was the biggest and worst. I was ten (nearly eleven). It was the summer holidays, we left school a week early to go on holiday, I said goodbye to my friends thinking that I would see them in September when we went to year 6, not thinking I was never going to see them again. I was completely oblivious that my family were looking at houses to move into on the internet, and that they were working out how much value the house was worth. I was going through a rough patch with my friends, but I could never have imagined leaving them. I had two best friends at school, we were like the three musketeers, and then I had a best friend from out of school who lived next door to me, which was ideal because we used to go into town together and eat garlic bread in the small cafe, and then go round the rubbish shops. It was strange to think that my life there would be a distant memory four years later, and all but one of my best friends were just people that I used to know. I never got to say goodbye to any of my friends, apart from the one who lived next door to me, who I still catch up with now and again, however the rest I don’t speak to and no longer know. The house we lived in was lovely, and to this day my favourite house of all time, and whenever my family mentioned moving house, I would just burst into tears.
We moved house around a week before school, and I was VERY nervous about going to my new school, the house was about an hour away from where I used to live, the house was big, with blue windows and a disgusting yellow kitchen, two attic rooms and a cellar, scary huh? the house was nice but cold, and full to the brim with little mice, who pooed everywhere and managed to eat through my purse!? We lived there for two years, and then it was time to move again…
We moved to a house about ten minutes away, I had already started high school, and moving into year 8. This house was quite nice, it had a large garden, with a stable and a studio, the house was quite small but cosy, and christmas was lovely there. We have lived there almost two years aswell, but now we are moving again, somewhere about five minutes away, the house it tiny and the garden is large, but we will have to build and extension on the house.
Sadly, I will have to start packing my trash in boxes and getting ready to move, which was something I was getting a little too familiar with over the past four years, I am just hoping we will stay in this house now, I would hate it if we ever moved again.
Things would have been easier if we had stayed in the first house I was talking about, my favourite house, then I wouldn’t have had to make new friends, I would have had to leave my life behind, and I would have lived close to family, because family was what i missed most, all of my aunt’s, uncles, grandparents and cousins.
But I guess things don’t always turn out the way you think they will. But I am happy, and I am not blaming my family for how everything has turned out, I don’t resent them for making me move, I just wish we had stayed in that beautiful house.