Last time I moved house properly was about a year ago. Baby was only 2 months old and I was still very much in a post-labour/shit i have a baby now fog. It meant the whole moving experience was both more and less painful than usual. Thanks fog. If I had been a bit more clear headed I am sure I would have felt a lot more sentimental. As it was I just felt foggy.
We lived in that house for about 3 years. And it was a really great house.

It had three big bedrooms, two living spaces, a good back yard. We had many happy years there, many happy times, and some good parties.

It was where Baby first came home to. If I had the presence of mind to get emotional during that move, I sure would have.
Thank god I was in that fog. Oh no. I promised myself I wouldn't cry.
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