We moved into our current home in 2011 and before this I’ve lived in a total of 14 other places in my life. I couldn’t believe it and had to recount …. and it looks like we’re going to need to move again soon. Believe me, it’s not something we decided on easily. In 2010, we had to move twice in 6 months and I’m not sure I’ve got over the resulting trauma 4 years on. Also I’m probably one of the least adventurous people you’ll ever come across – you’ll find me at home ideally in my favourite chair with a book nursing a hot drink – that’s why I was shocked to have lived in so many places. All the same, the main reasons are that we need more living space for the children who will soon morph into 3 teens practically at the same time being so close in age and that we want somewhere to retire to ….. hence the extra space needed for a safe distance away from a trio of teens. Teens + retirement is the result of late motherhood or in actual medical terms, geriatric primagravida or pregnancy. Truly charming as only medical terms can be, no? My 3 kids aren’t ‘Irish twins’ but there’s still less than 2 years’ gap between them. If my own teen experiences are anything to go by, we’re in for a very bumpy ride and I wanted to prepare for it on the physical home front at least. Each of them will want their own space and see/speak to parents as little as possible – fine, I’d like to have a choice of far flung corners of the kitchen or lounge or a music room for them to go to when not holed up in their bedrooms.
Gatherings with friends and family are really important to us. They centre invariably around food and celebration but I also want to be spontaneous and accommodating on a more everyday basis. I’m not very good at spontanaeity at the best of times 🙂Besides, for such a small person, I’ve always craved a disproportionate amount of space. Maybe I’ve got undiagnosed claustophobia, no idea, but it’s always been something I’m aware of. For as long as I can remember, I dreamt of a home big enough for the brood, family, friends and visitors alike, that I’d be able to potter around and enjoy looking after. In the scheme of things I am very grateful to have a home already, of course. Suffice to say I have been touched by fear and insecurity of having no home at all as a small child because of a war. But do you ever think about where you’d like to retire and end your days? Time passes by faster and faster the older we get and one day I may be blessed enough to wake up to the cries of little grandbabies …. if we survive the teen years! It’s about planning for the future and making more happy memories for us all. We’ve found a place, somewhere that felt immediately comfortable, somewhere to put heirlooms and roots down finally. But I don’t know if my dream will come true. We’ve done everything possible to realise it so the rest is up to the Universe.
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