From crowded house to the big house
Ever since I was born I've only ever lived in one house. It was a nice brick house with a big garden and lots of fruit trees on Newstead Avenue.
I learned to speak and walk there. I practiced my bike-riding across the lawn there. And when William came along, we explored the nature trail together, and collected guavas from the tree together.
It was a great house. But as we got bigger, the house seemed smaller. All the stuff we had was filling it up. It was time to get something bigger.
We sold our house really fast. It was up for sale less than a week before it sold, and Mum and Dad were over the moon with how much money they got for it.
But then the search for a new house started. Or at least, it should have, except that the whole country went into lockdown right then, and we couldn't get out to look at any houses.
Finally, months later, we could start our search, and boy did it take ages. But skip ahead six months and we're about to move into the big new house we've bought. This is us walking into our new home the very first time as owners.
Moving everything you own is a big job. Apparently. William and me were at school on moving day. But packing up everything you have into boxes, then unpacking them again at the other end, creates a mountain of empty boxes. A mountain just perfect for playing in...
So that's our house moving adventure. We've lost our garden and our nature trail and our amazing grapefruit tree, but we've gained a big house with tons of space for us all to keep on growing in.
