Moving On Up...

It's my last night in my little annexe tonight. I'm utterly surrounded by boxes, bags, furniture not in it's right place... it's stressing me out! We're currently sat in the only space place in our living room and trying to pretend that it still feels nice to sit in here: all our pictures are down, my wallhangings, little decorations I have had up since the day I moved in. All packed away. It's REALLY weird.
Tomorrow we're moving into our first ever house with a mortgage attached and all the other house trimmings. I am so excited - internally - and know I will not get a wink of sleep tonight. Once I'm in and all our stuff is unpacked I will feel even better. But I owe a lot to the last 3 years and a month I have had here. A lot has happened...

I moved in November 2010 just after graduating from RNCM. I didn't want to be a burden at home to Mum and Dad and needed my own space. When I moved in the flat was in need of TLC, and over time I gave it the most colourful makeover it could have needed!

I met the love of my life, my future husband, my best friend, my soulmate...

...And got engaged last Christmas!

I have had started and left several wonderful jobs and met some amazing, funny, inspirational and beautiful people, colleagues and friends alike, some of which I am still in touch with.

We have also lost little friends a long the way. Some were better gone and out of our lives (and good bloody riddance). Others it was sad to see them go... (RIP Beau the hamster)

Meanwhile my parents have had a stressful couple of years, in and then out of a pub, and risked everything including our family home. I'll be happy to have them over now for family meals and gatherings at our home.

It's the first big step in our lives together. In the new year I will leaving yet another wonderful job to go and be a student again (AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGH!) and then later in the year become Mrs B, which I will never get tired of saying. I'm going to find my way around a new town that I will hopefully be able to call home. I never liked living in Manchester (no offence) and never felt it was home. I hope LB will feel like home for me and my family as it comes along.
So much has happened since I've been in this flat. I have had the best landlords ever who really do feel like family to me now, and I will miss them both and their little furry friend very, very much. I am so grateful to you both - you know who you are. xxxx

So soon I will be able to post blogs from my new home, and who knows what adventures it will bring??

Bye for now, I need to go pack, and then collapse into bed one more time.

BBxxx