There’s something surreal standing in an empty living space of the flat that has been home for my little family these past three years. And although we are not the owners of the property, we made it our home and I found myself reminiscing countless of memories, experiences and plans that my boys and I have shared within the humble walls of our Downend, Bristol flat. For all those memories I am forever grateful.
Empty living room just moments before we handed back our keys to the landlord. And the garden that we absolutely loved, which we gladly shared with a family of foxes (with 4 cubs!), A big fat cat, 2 sets of magpie couple, squirrels and varieties of birds! It was Joseph’s mini zoo:
Joseph playing with his cousin Bella (picture taken 2 days before the move):
The “big move” happened over Friday and Saturday, in which we moved the majority of the packed boxes to the new house and on Saturday we were lucky enough that two of our good friends, Chris’ dad and brother came to help to move all the furnitures etc…(so basically the heavy stuff) And then just after noon time it was all done. At first I thought it was going to be a major disaster as Thursday I came home from work with tonsillitis and was feverish throughout Friday and Saturday and also everytime I finished packing up, my little monkey would open a box and exclaim very loudly: “CAR!” or “DIGGER!” as if finding something precious in a treasure trove until the whole box was unpacked. There was no stopping him and he was quick! I wanted to rip my hair off my head but at the same time I was glad to see him happy and excited during the last few days in the flat he has known as home since he was born…And it was a classic comedic act between my son and me!
As the house isn’t fully inhabitable yet due to mainly that the kitchen is yet to be installed Christopher’s mum offered that we stay with her for a week or two until the house is fully ready and functional for us and we gladly accepted her offer. It was such a huge relief that we would not have to worry about how and where we are going to prep and store food and also we have gained a bit more time to finalise the prepping of the new house.
Stacked boxes just before the big day:
These past few weeks prior to these events I have come to appreciate even more so the importance of families and good friends who with their good hearts just silently hold you up and give you tremendous strength in a way that you do not even realise.
I am especially touched by the support that Christopher’s father has been giving us and although his health is of fragile state he stood by his son, helping us prepare our home to be. He was there right from the beginning, knocking down / bricking up walls, clearing up rubble, plastering, etc…It was endearing and profound and I told Christopher that it is his dad’s “labour of love” for him. It was his perfect way of showing us how much he cares and loves us.
Yes, the property is still a work in progress and for those who were quick to judge and make remarks such as it was “ghettoey” or “we have moved into a ghetto”, it would have been best to have kept your arrogant heart silent as you have sadly failed to see what was behind the current rough façades and that most of the great things in life happen by starting small and staying humble (one of the main things my parent have thought me growing up)
This is a new start and it will be a good one, in fact we will make it a wonderful one! We, the Sewells will make our new house to a welcoming home, not only to fill it with love, joy and kindness but also ensuring that it’s free of arrogance, prejudice and false judgement.
……And of course staying true to “styling my heart out”