Moving House

When I wrote this poem about moving house, we were in the process of buying our first house. It was all so new and alien to us.

And now we’ve been in our house two years! It’s gone so fast.

The background of the image is a photo that I took driving along an A road (not sure which one), on the way to visit Boyfriend’s family in Wiltshire. I loved the light in the skyline and couldn’t resist taking a photo.

Moving house soon; On the property ladder; Time to be a grown-up.
I’m still not entirely sure about how I feel being a grown-up…

This poem was originally shared on The Writer’s Cookbook.

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