I've just been reading my last post and although moving house was a complete and utter nightmare I'm glad I did it now. I don't really want to go over it all again but let's just say that whatever could go wrong did go wrong. The actual move day was more of a nightmare than I could have ever imagined, in fact only now have I stopped having panic attacks in the middle of the night.
I don't miss my old house at all. The memories I made there will always be with me, and very occasionally I think I might miss it, but I'm so much happier here. I will admit it still has a feel of being on holiday and that we will be going home again soon. But I really don't want to go back.
My new home is so much bigger, and nicer. There is no damp or cracks or peeling wallpaper. The walls are flat and straight, the woodwork is perfect. We all have so much more room. The area is not too bad, all the houses are new and they are still building, so it's not like moving somewhere where everyone else has been friends for years.
I found a school for the kids. It's not brilliant and it is obvious that they are trying to build it back up from being really bad, but at least they are at the stage where they are saving it rather than just letting it go. I remember when Lucy started their old school it was in the same position, but it is looking pretty good now. Hopefully this new school with go the same way too. The kids are happy there anyway, and it's a very small school too, so not too harrowing for Lucy.
So here I am now, starting a new chapter in my life. Of course some things never change but I'm still living in hope.