It’s been an odd couple of weeks. Tomorrow we will complete the sale of the house that we have called home for the past 16 years. To be honest, when we moved in at the start of the new millennium, I thought that it would be house in which I would see out my days. At the time, our children were six and four years of age, and the four bed detached at the end of the cul de sac with the huge back garden, was everything that we were looking for in a family home. We’ve made a few improvements over the years (new kitchen; new en suite bathroom to the master bedroom; changes to the front and rear gardens) and we’ve had some great times in the house. It’s pleasing that the people who are buying from us also have a young family. The same things that attracted us to the house were also instrumental in their decision to buy. We know that they have great plans to refurbish and update the house, and that is something that generates very mixed feelings. On the one hand, it seems like a criticism of our stewardship of the house over the years; but more rationally, of course, it’s simply a reflection that time and fashions change.
For us, ‘home’ for at least the next five months will be in Bristol. Our new house in Cardiff won’t be finished until some time after March 2017. We have the excitement of specifying the finishes for that new home, and the privilege of being able to get to know a whole new city in the meantime. Change is both disruptive and enabling. We are sad to walk away from the ‘old’ house. But having completed that process, we can now commit properly to moving into a new phase of our lives. Watch out Bristol : we’re coming for you!