On Saturday we finally sold our stamp sized apartment!
It got me thinking what a difference a decade makes.
When I bought my little slice of heaven just over nine years ago, my requirements for a home were so different than what they are today. I wasn’t interested in parks or supermarkets, in coffee shops or quaint high streets. In fact, I distinctly remember that the cost of a black cab at 3am strongly determined the location in which I made the purchase.
My stamp sized apartment has served me well and as much as I am excited to be moving on, I will miss it a little. We’ve had fun together!
We’ve held parties at Christmas & served traditional dinner to friends. We’ve gotten drunk on Absinth and held dances in the living room. We’ve had hangovers from hell. We’ve enjoyed fancy dress parties and Moroccan sisha nights. We’ve had sleep overs and SATC pyjama parties. We’ve had boyfriends come and go. We’ve had flings. We’ve had arguments with neighbours. We’ve made friends with others
The best things that my little apartment and me have had is a marriage and a daughter! We made our second child in this home but we might already be gone by the time our new addition arrives.
Almost a decade later, my homely requirements have changed. I’m no longer concerned about black cab fairs. I dont even remember the last time I was in one, let alone at 3am!
My new house and I won’t have raucous drunken, half forgotten, parties, we’ll have a family. We’ll have family dinners and picnics in the garden. We’ll have BBQ’s and bouncy castles. We’ll have birthday parties and egg hunts at Easter. We’ll have first steps and tooth fairies. We’ll have a guest room and down stairs loo. We’ll have a dining table! We’ll have a parking space. We’ll be near good schools and parks. We’ll have a home.
What a difference a decade makes!
Does your house hold an array of memories for you?