Glimpses Of My Home

 

I like to think of this space as being a place for positivity. But seeing as it’s also a glimpse into my little world I can’t simply ignore events that are currently happening in my life – it would just be too weird for me to type away all chipper when the reality is quite the opposite. So, with that said, and as I sit in a hotel room in Belfast waiting for hospital visiting hours to come around again, it would only be fair for me to say that this is a bit of Debbie Downer post… you have been warned.

 

We all take our parents for granted, I’m sure, but none more so than me. I’ve been incredibly lucky to have had a Mum and Dad that have totally doted on me (and my Sister) and who’ve always supported me no matter what the crazy whim may have been. I had a pretty idyllic childhood and even as an adult have only ever experienced love, kindness and patience from them both. Whilst my Sister and myself no longer live at home we continue to be incredibly close and for that I am thankful – once a team, always a team.

 

Alongside taking their general parental presence for granted, I’ve probably taken their guaranteed health for granted even more. Perhaps it’s something we all avoid thinking about until we have no choice but to confront it, like the four of us did last Wednesday when my Dad took a turn at work. I won’t go into details but suffice to say his surgery went well and although we are just at the beginning of his recovery process we are all positive my he will be back to his usual self in no time at all.

 

 

That’s us you see. Positive to a fault. Especially my Dad. As many, many, many people will attribute he’s a pretty special person and a bit of a legend in our little town of Derry – just try walking down any given street with him and he’s sure to be stopped at least a dozen times. ‘Liked’ doesn’t even begin to cover it. Not only that but from our own close, first-hand experience we can honestly say he is the most selfless man we know…. always asking about others – even when he’s just out of major surgery. For real.

 

So, yes. It’s been a tough week. Emotions have run high and we’re all still in a state of shock but we know we will get there in good time. I may have created a new home with my Husband in Cornwall but I also know that I will always have a home here in Derry with my parents and Sister… it’s a bond that will never be broken.

 

I’ll leave you then with a few glimpses of our new home in Mousehole (it’s not quite there decoratively speaking but we like it) just because my Dad was so excited to be visiting (they were due to holiday with us until all this craziness kicked off). I know it won’t be long before he’s sitting by that harbour watching the boats bob up and down just like we had planned, and when it eventually happens it definitely will be all the sweeter.

 

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Transitioning

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NEXT CHAPTER

As of Monday we have begun the transition into the next stage of our move. After waiting an age for the estate agents to come through, we finally got our hands on the keys to our new abode and have been doing our best to settle in… despite lacking most of the essentials. Not to worry though, we have booked the removals van for tomorrow, which means we can get our stuff out of storage and into our little house (I’ve been calling it a flat when in reality it isn’t – in fact I’ve taken to calling it Le Petite Palais) and begin the process of unpacking and all that other exciting stuff.

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CARPET WOES

There is a slight complication in that the carpet has not yet been laid, so we’re having to work around the fact we won’t be able to put any furniture in the bedroom for at least a week. I won’t bore you with the saga that transpired today but suffice to day the carpet that did arrive and could have been put down in a matter of hours was not, to my mind at least, any way near something I could live with for a week let alone a year. I’m not normally one for asserting myself but on this occasion I did the rare thing and put my foot down – no brown carpet for us, thank you very much!

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FOREVER RENTERS

Renting can be frustrating because it never entirely feels your own. Of course, we would love to put a deposit down on a house but working freelance (both of us, ahhh!) means getting a mortgage is nigh impossible. That’s not to say that we won’t be in a better position to nab ourselves a property in the future but for now we remain mere tenants.

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HOME IS…

With that said, that doesn’t mean I don’t always put my heart and soul into our rentals and I aim to do the same with this place. Before the serious stuff gets underway and I transform this little cottage from fine to fabulous I thought I would snatch a few shot of some of the things that are currently make me smile ┬áin spite of having virtually none of the possessions that will eventually make it a home.

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MINT!

Oh, and did I mention we discovered we have a garden (it’s more like an overgrown patio but still) that has its very own mint bush? Let the veggie growing commence!

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