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| The moving truck being loaded at the cottage |
I knew leaving Ythanbrae and the cottage was going to be hectic and a wee bit emotional, but all day packing and loading the truck I was fine. Then after the truck had slowly made it's way up our driveway and Mr M was loading the trailer with firewood and dog kennels I started to clean the cottage from front door to fireplace.
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| Our beloved cottage in all it's naked glory. Oh how I will miss you my lovely floorboards, mantle, open plan living and Antique White USA walls... |
I filled my bucket with ash from the fireplace, made my way one last time down the rolling lawn to the edge of the bush, tipped out the ash, turned around and looked up at the cottage with all the lights on. Empty. I had a little cry, a hug from Mr M and kept mopping.
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| One for the road, just before we locked the door and drove the two and half hours home at my mum's at 1am |
Our home was so full of us. Then when all of our things were packed up into boxes, loaded on a truck and moved somewhere else it seemed like an empty shell, ready to become somebody else's home. Somebody else would have Christmas there, have barbeques on the deck, have a spa on a scorching summer's day, have heated discussions with the oven and laugh over the wonky angles the little house was put back together in after it moved to Ythanbrae in the 1960's. Somebody else will love this little house, just like we did.
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| My awesome best friend Elisha helping to assemble furniture at our new house - it was all hands on deck! |
But then when we arrived at our new home, unpacked all our things, settled in, cooked our first meal (an oven that works!!), I realised that this new house which seems so foreign to me now will become part of us too. Eventually.

















































