Moving house: redux
April 4, 2007
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As of next Tuesday, my childhood home is no more. My parents finally (finally! Honestly, is there no end to the fannying about of people down the chain when there are houses to be moved in and out of?) exchanged contracts today – Mum actually squealed down the phone at me. You’d think I’d be more upset at the thought of the place I’ve thought of as ‘home’ for 21 years belonging to someone else, and in a way it’s going to be weird to know I’ll never go back; but let’s face it, I haven’t lived there properly for 11 years and couldn’t escape the North fast enough. Now when I go ‘home’ for the weekend it’ll be a quick flight to Spain rather than GNER from Kings Cross. But before that, I get to put my parents up for another week. This last eight months I think I’ve spent more time with them than I have in the last eight years.
We’ll probably end up killing each other.