It went well, all things considered. It came down to the wire with our mortgage offer ten days from expiry, and there were several times when we just knew it was going to fall through, we had to drop the price to keep things moving, and we really felt as though we were putting ourselves through too much to cope. I had intended to write about the process here just to share the misery, but as the weeks dragged into months I just couldn't raise the enthusiasm. And it's really no different from most people's experience, I expect, of moving house, albeit perhaps a little more drawn out than was really necessary.
But ultimately everything slid into place a little under a week ago, and after a truly forgettable few days of panic, I am lying on the sofa watching the snow melt and listening to the birds sing and the infant snore. No traffic noise. No drunken midnight shouting. No neighbour tuning engines at all hours.
Our lives can now carry on, only New & Improved, and we are already smiling more, and at each other. Our eldest danced around her new room singing about how happy she was, so it was all worth it.
And I have a shed.
