Patience is a virtue.....apparently

Well our patience is really being tested to the limit at the moment, as well as our nerves and everything else, we so desperately want this house, the house that will be the future family home, hopefully the home we will bring our children home from the hospital to, and now we have sit and play the waiting game, to see our current beloved house wait for the next Phil and Jo who it will be perfect for, but until then face the rejection. Although yesterday I gave the garden a make over and cheered it up with some colour, made me feel better about it if nothing else.

So many plans on hold, lots of excitement that has to be held in check just in case our dreams are taken away.

On a positive note, friends are coming through bad times, looking bright and happy again and ready to face their futures, it's nice to be part of it all to hold their hands, share their tears, and bring on the laughter once more.....good on them! Looking forward to next weekend where I get to spend Saturday night with nearly all my friends and my best friend of all, my husband. After a very strange night out last night, where lots of realisations came to a head, the biggest of all highlighting my big fear of losing him, not a nice feeling at all but on the flip side it confirms in my head I am well and truly with the love of my life.

The Honeymoon

Having been browsing through pictures I came to our honeymoon photos, the official start to our marriage, the amazing 10 days together in Italy, we had fun, laughs, love and lots of together time. What a beautiful place, peaceful, vibrant colours just begging to be dived into and enjoyed. What a lovely feeling to be catapaulted back to that place of happy times together. I will always treasure those first few days if marriage together they can never be replaced.

Hopefully New Beginnings......

After a weekend in North Yorkshire visiting Phil's lovely parents, we have decided to take the leap and move onwards and upwards in our life quest. Having finished doing up our house we have had a few months to enjoy the fruits of our labour, due to a slump in the property market, bad news for some, hopefully good news for us it means we think there is a brief window of opportunity for us to be able to afford the next step up the property ladder, before the prices rocket again. Disappointingly we wont be making the big bucks on our lovely little home, but hopefully we will at least do just a bit better than breaking even.

It's weird the feeling of accomplishment having shed blood (knuckles scraped on artex plaster ceiling), sweat (hours of labour involved in gutting the bathroom/kitchen etc) and many tears (radiators doing their best to flood our little house) over this home, and now moving on and leaving it behind.

Our home, the home of many firsts...first home together, first real project together, first Christmas together, got married whilst in this house, so full, of very happy memories, sad to leave this home where these memories are based, but as in the book I have just read stated 'memories are portable' and we will certainly be packing them into our moving boxes.