Friday, 8 April 2011
I just sent my little boy off for his last ever day at his school. we are moving.
Contracts are signed, deals are done, solicitors paid and we are off..I feel a touch sad, there is a lump in my throat and my heart is heavy.
It's truly the first ever house I have felt is MY home. I have been here four years and in that time my son has come to the end of his treatment for childhood cancer and (so far) stayed strong (let's all keep our fingers crossed that it's always that way)
I had to start my life as a single mum here and battled through having no money, no one to keep me company, being totally alone in a big old three storey house with weird noises and doors that didn't lock.. at times I was terribly sad about being alone and how my life might always be that way...but throughout that time I found myself, I found friends to hang out with and a lovely home to throw myself in to. People would come and stay, they all felt at home here and it soon became known at Hotel 96!
A new start, a new house, a new life, a new canvas to paint..
I want to write more but I don't really feel like today is the day.
Goodbye 96. x