There are many different reasons why people move. To leave home, to move in with friends, to move in with partners, to move to a bigger house, to downsize, to move into a residential home, to move in with foster families, even to move onto the streets. Some of it is planned, some of it is circumstantial and beyond control, but whatever the reason, there is an impact – good, bad or indifferent.
I am hoping to move, to downsize, to sell my family home and I have no idea where I will buy, yet! I feel that the time is right. I feel there is a new beginning waiting for me and I want to explore it. Some could say its a mid life crises, others will say it is risky or selfish and some may say it’s brave. whatever it is, it is my choice to make and therefore my consequence to to accept.
This garden of mine was nothing but a field 19 years ago and together, my husband and I build a home, literally. We sourced and ordered materials, tradesmen and craftsmen and mucked in ourselves and assisted in the building of our house. We planted every tree, every shrub and bulb that have now created a beautiful mature garden. There are oaks, beech, laurel, italian alder, cordyline, magnolia, lilac, phormium, scotts pine, apple, pear, dogwood and many more trees and plants in our garden.
I particularly like this time of year when the bulbs are poking through and out pop the lovely daffodils, the crocus, the hyacinth and peony. From my kitchen window, as I look down the garden, it is bursting with colour in amongst the fiery red dogwood and it makes me smile. Soon the forsythia and cherry blossom will show off in the front garden and give a spectacular display and year after year, it never disappoints.
Not only did we grow build a beautiful home and grow and a lovely garden, we grew a family and it has been home to many more children, other than our own. The walls of this house have seen and heard alot, of tears and laughter, of joy and sadness, of hello’s and goodbyes of ups and downs. It is only 19 years old, but it holds a great history of all those that have lived here. All but two of them have moved on to their own homes, their own journeys, but not necessarily their final destinations. This is not my final destination either and I don’t think my next move will be either.
Will it be moving (as in the emotional sense) ? Yes of course, there are so many memories here, from the laying of the foundations to the erecting of the boundary fence. The nurturing of the children and grandchildren and watching them grow. However, the foundations we laid in them, is far more important and powerful and the boundaries of memories, know no bounds, so will stay with us all, no matter where we are.
I hope therefore, whomever buys my home, will love it as much as the love that went into it and be happy here. For me, it has served it purpose and it is time for me to try something else new. To lay some new foundations and plant a new life, with all my memories tucked safely away and where some new memories will be made. Whether I am crazy, or selfish, taking a risk or being brave, it matters not, what matters is that I am moving, moving forward and exploring the next stage of this thing called Life !