(For this next bit, you need to imagine wiggly lines going up and down your screen, a bit like in that series of Friends where the script writers all went on strike and they made episodes up out of lots of flashbacks.)
Our house was a little starter home on the outskirts of Macclesfield, overlooking the old Hovis Mill by the canal, and we loved it. I mean we really really loved it and thinking about how I felt about it at the time, it was far far more exciting a purchase than out current home. It was possibly made slightly more exciting by the fact that everything inside it was chosen by us. Every spare minute we had was spent thinking about our new home, how we would furnish it, what colour carpets we would have, from the moment we signed on the dotted line to reserve our plot.
|Our house being built!|
|The Hovis Mill in the distance - taken from the end of the road|
|Further up the street - our house was the fourth one up on the right|
We chose a plot with a Kitchen/Dining Room, largely because I fancied myself as a bit of a chef and wanted a bigger space than just a galley kitchen. I imagined how we'd entertain our friends in it and cook delicious meals. I chose white units (I say chose, but there was actually only one other style to choose from) and insisted on white tiles rather than the patterned tiles that were on offer.
|This is the show home kitchen|
|My kitchen being put in|
We were really pleased with our choice and when we finally moved in I can remember us sitting on the floor in the kitchen (no furniture!) and eating a pizza which we'd cooked to try out the oven. We were so thrilled - it was all ours!
|A few years after we'd moved in - note the cat on the worktop|
which is the reason why we no longer have a cat.
We forged friendships over dinner parties with new friends and neighbours there. We shared our first Christmas meal together alone in that kitchen. Drank coffee at the kitchen table with the newspapers on a Sunday
We had planned to keep the house for only a few years and move into something bigger but then we had a surprise.
Little did I realise on that first night in our kitchen, sitting on the floor eating pizza that just four years later I would be using that same room to sterilise bottles, to warm them up in the middle of the night, to make tea and coffee for gatherings of new mum friends and to feed our baby his first taste of food.
|DS1 eating in the kitchen|
Our house wasn't a big one but it was just right for the three of us. It was cosy. I really miss that house. In fact, in a recent rose-tinted spectacled moment I decided to search Right Move using our old post code as a starting point. Right at the top of the page was a familiar sight - our old house! I couldn't resist having a look around (after all, that's what Right Move is meant for isn't it?). Of course, the kitchen has long since been ripped out, replaced by one rather similar to our current one. The house looked rather empty and unloved, not like the family home it was when it belonged to us. A few things remained - the blackout blind in DS1's room and despite the new kitchen, the light fitting that DH put up above the dining table.
We couldn't live there now of course - there are far too many of us! We now have a very grown up bigger house which has one thing our old one didn't (apart from lots more bedrooms) - space in the kitchen for a dishwasher. I love my dishwasher
Our first home has since been re-sold to a new owner (I checked Right Move again - its addictive isn't it?!). I really hope they love it as much as I did.
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