During my adult years I have lived in lots of places, moving often without wanting to but with circumstances beyond my control it meant I had no choice.
This is totally different to my Childhood years in which from the age of 4 till my late teens I had the security of our home in Edwinstowe, the house in which my maternal grandparents lived for many years before us, a home in which saw my cousin born, family pets, foster siblings and a single-decker bus (don’t ask that a whole other story) and not to mention too many of my teenage hormonal outbursts to count.
My home these days began its relationship with me on a bitter note, having sold my house for less than its worth in order to flee domestic violence, this house had 3 things going for it:
- Location to my parents
- Space in abundance &
- It was hard to find for anyone wishing to finish the job they had started
Its poor unloved cavity was beyond desolate with a manky kitchen, a mouldy bathroom and interior decor that no person unless on some sort of acid trip would have chosen, although I fear it may have been a long trip since it looked like it had been decorated many moons ago
Even with all the work that has been done in the last 4.5 years, living here has been the most settled of my adult life. It has seen me settle and marry, bring home my second child take my career to a new level while working from home and it has seen my daughter grow from a child to a young lady (admittedly sometimes a hormonal one)