We’re hoping to move into a ground floor flat next Saturday further up our street. For me, it will be the fourth property I will have lived in on this street alone. I think everyone knows this street is where my heart lies and I have called it home for over 18 years now. It’s not really what I anticipated having to move again when we downsized back in May 2016 but it’s a necessity due to medical reasons. I am struggling to manage the stairs and as for gardening now, well that’s a forgotten chore or pleasure depending on the mood that would take me when I did the garden.
I am hoping that this will be my last move and that I will have a few years in our new home. Although as the MND progresses, nobody knows what it has in store for me. So, it is with mixed emotions that we are packing up ready for next weekend, although I would never have envisaged that ground floor flats are like buses because we have also been offered a ground floor flat a few blocks away from my youngest daughter Hannah.
It also means I can have a massive clear out as we pack up and between my husband and my youngest daughter, they are having to be ruthless with me to part with my junk or crap but, that said, I suppose it will make life so much easier for all of us when it comes to moving next weekend. While the move is going ahead, my daughters and me will be enjoying my Christmas present when we go to see a performance of “The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe” at the West Yorkshire Playhouse and I am excited about that as well.
Ah well, to bed I go.
Lots of love