


Today my parents and brother moved house. This is the house I had lived in since I was 3 months old. I feel really sad and find it hard for it to seem real yet - I can't imagine someone else living in it that isn't our family - our daughter loved it - loved the garden, loved the neighbourhood. Hard to let go - but sometimes you just don't have a choice. I think part of it is that we don't have our own home and the entire time we have been married we have moved about 10 times so this was one stability in life - this was where our girl spent her first month or so and this was theoretically her first home. She seems unfazed by thing at the moment - I am worried if I go tomorrow to the house that I will get too upset. So many memories - nothing feels like home like that place did but I am hoping one day that it will. Here are some shots of her taken on Wednesday - 27 August. We went with mum and dad out to lunch and she fell asleep on the way home. The first photo is her dancing to the music in her car seat. The next photo is when she got into the milk powder and shook it around and got it on her face.

