We may not be living in the House of Twins much longer. Our landlady has decided put the house on the market. She offered us first refusal but it is well over £100,000 out of our price range. The viewer scheduled to see the house tomorrow afternoon was so keen to see it that she knocked on the door this evening and asked for an impromptu viewing. We were having tea and the girls had just gone to bed so dh very politely but firmly told her to come back tomorrow. She sounds incredibly keen. I didn’t see her but I think I dislike her. She might buy our home and take it away from us.
I love this house. We moved here from our tiny first floor flat when I was 29 weeks pregnant, just before I went on maternity leave. The house was an unfurnished let and we bought new furniture and decorated it just the way we wanted. I spent a lot of time pottering around here, heavily pregnant before the girls were born. This was the house we bought them home to, two days after they were born. It is their first home.
I knew we wouldn’t live here forever. I thought we would move on in a few years’ time, perhaps when the girls decided they wanted separate bedrooms. Apart from anything else, I can’t bear the thought of uprooting everything. Finding another house in the area will be easy enough. Logistically, moving the girls and all of their (and our) belongings and furniture is going to be a nightmare.
Change of this nature doesn’t sit well with me and I’m aware that any hurt or upset I’m feeling will rub off on the girls. I’m finding all of this, coupled with the uncertainty about my job after March next year incredibly unsettling. I keep telling myself that all of has to be happening for a reason. I believe there’s a reason why things happen and eventually this will lead to a big, positive change for all of us but tonight I’m feeling really down.
