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.
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