Saying goodbye

Leaving our old house was weirdly emotional. I think it’s because we were there for a few years. We built up a lot of memories in all the rooms. It’s also the last time it was just Will, me, and the dog (and, briefly, a snail!).

I love living in the group house but there was definitely a cosiness when it was just the two humans.

The rooms looked so much smaller without any furniture in them. It’s weird.

 

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Another socket held on the wall by masking tape.

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Condensation was unfortunately trapped inside some of the windows.
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One of many cracked faceplates.
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This definitely needs updating.

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I didn’t mean to look quite so intense in the mirror.
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Sorry my toilet frame is in the photo.
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You can kind of see where the legs of our bed were. Weird to think we hovered in mid air right there for so many nights.

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Many mould.
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A hideous wallpaper problem that they just painted over.
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They definitely can’t blame us for this because it’s got someone else’s name on it.

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I will not miss these impossibly-high cobwebs. And the spiders that sometimes appeared on them.

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So many memories in this room.

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The garden was small but we made it work. The area where we reseeded the lawn actually seems to be doing quite well in our absence!
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I miss the tree view. We live even closer to the nature reserve now but it’s not as easy to see trees from the window.

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We used to stand on this spot to watch fireworks going off around the corner.
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The birdhouse that no birds dared use because of all the spiders.

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Our tiny toilet.
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And the Shutzstaffel logo someone drew on the wall while they were visiting, painted over by us but still visible because matching white paint is difficult.
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I won’t miss seeing it every time I pee. I just hope the landlord realises we didn’t do it ourselves.
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There were also some mini stars of David scratched here in what looked like biro, but the middles of them fell out when I was painting over them with a tester pot.
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I still hit the wrong switch right until the end of living here.

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I sure did clean this oven, with a dishwasher tablet of all things.
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The fridge-freezer always had damage, the estate agents originally said they would replace the plastic drawers, but it never happened.

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I can’t believe we used to fit so many people in here.
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Bye house.

 

We got married while we lived in that house. I almost died in it 8 months ago. I had a horrific kitchen knife accident in it a year ago, and got my blood all over the carpets of two rooms. There’s just so much in that house, I think it will always mean something to me.

 

I hope a long-term owner-occupier comes to live in the house, and completely redecorates, refits, and loves it.