Tag: home is where the house is
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And then, the next: post-purchase what-ifs
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in PonderI would occasionally call my mum on evenings when Dylan was off playing badminton until very late. Honestly, I only ever do it if there’s any major changes in my life and for the past couple of weekends it was just all about house-hunting. This weekend was no different. If thirty days was all that’s…
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We bought our second home
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in LiveDylan said he married a sad wife. With the number of times he’d seen me sob in the last 12 months, what he said is pretty true. Nobody in this country has known me long enough to have seen how I can carry sadness in my heart for seven long years before it fizzles off.…
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Spring came
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in LiveWhen we had just bought the house, the tree in the courtyard barely had any leaves. Little green sprouts peaked along the branches but they were mostly still bare, as it was still winter. The sliding door looking out the courtyard had the biggest windows and I could always see this tree every time I…
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Five years of firsts
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in LiveThe roller blinds were pulled down but sunlight was spilling through the edges of the window. It was warm under the duvet and when I pulled my hand out to check the surface of our quilt, it wasn’t damp. It was a huge upgrade from the humid mornings at our old rental and a deep,…