Hey guys, I know I’ve been A-Wall as soon as I said I’d got my mojo back. But… life just got in the way (burst out into HSM2) as you know I moved out with my boyfriend matt back into February, which was back to my childhood home. Which has crazily mixed emotions as I lived here for 16 years and it’s where my last memories was before my dad passed.
This place is amazing yet confusing it’s simple things like dismantling a shed he built and wanting to burst into tears … pathetic right! Wrapping wallpaper wanting to make it your own then feeling like you’re wiping your memories away. It’s ridiculous to think a place you never visited in 6 years doesn’t look like you’ve left, same carpets other than the lick of paint reminding where every photo was hung. Looking out your old bedroom window flipping back to teenage me remembering those problems that now you’d wish to have again. Aswell those days you feel low and the only comforting room is your childhood bedroom wishing you could walk into what was your parents room and explain it all to them! I mean my mum lives literally across the road so it’s not difficult for me to scurry over there.
Welcome back to my Bundle of joy blog! Haha I promise it will pick up just a bad night I suppose! Venting my 1st world problems haha…
Curious though if you could go back to your childhood home would you? If it looked the same would you give it a brand new makeover? It’s something that never crossed my mind until I moved in here and since then has never left.
Thanks, chin up keep smiling.