England - Panic and Sadness

After so many weeks going through things, throwing away, taking items to charity shops and having car boot sales, we now had a totally empty house that was looking good. Everything we hadn’t thrown, sold or given away was in storage: Our beautiful kitchen was gleaming – why on earth were we leaving it all??

I was now feeling surges of panic and the phrase ‘oh my God – is this the right thing to do?’ kept on entering my head. At least we knew that our tenants Simon and Fiona were going to look after our house well – we had met them a couple of times and spoken to them on the phone a bit and we really liked them – which to both of us was an important factor. It was bad enough seeing all our furniture being taken away by the storage contractors – but this was worse – walking away from our home that we had worked so hard to get ‘just right’.

At least we were going to my parents in Devon to be looked after – which was something to look forward to because I knew we would both be spoiled rotten! Simon was, however, disappointed that I didn’t share his excitement in the fact that they day had come to leave and this was all just the beginning: I just felt rather sad to leave our home.