As moving day hit us I spent a while walking around the empty house and I couldn't help but feel heartbroken to leave behind the larder door with my family and friends heights scrawled all over the inside of it. The memories came flooding back and boom...more tears. Am I ridiculous to be crying about a house that I haven't lived in for 8 years?
Moving in together seemed like the most logical thing to do. That was, until I started to tell people our news. Instead of receiving the "congratulations" I'd anticipated, reactions from friends and family have ranged from harmless teasing - "whoah that's a big step" - to the downright accusational -"isn't that a bit soon?".