Moving back home to mom and dad's on Tuesday. We're both feeling pretty sad to be honest. We moved away for new experiences and now it's all over. We wanted to live near a city and Manchester fitted the bill. Great music scene, nightlife and plenty to do in the day. Not too far from home for visitors but far enough for independence. The city but so near to the country. A much needed change of scenery for both of us.
I got a job and commuted for two long years while we tried to sell our house. Eventually we decided to rent it out and moved in to a house in Stockport in May last year. We went to gigs in the city centre, a show at the theatre, walks in the Peak District and in the City. Just like we planned. And we had so many more plans. I was so looking forward to playing hostess to our visitors (I make a mean fry-up) and taking them out in Manchester. So many plans and so much to look forward to.
Now we're kissing it all goodbye and moving back to Shropshire. I love Shropshire and I always thought we'd end up back there. But not this soon. It was a hard decision in some ways but an easy one in others. In your 30s you really don't want to move back in with your folks! But we need them now and they've kindly taken us in. My folks are great. They won't bother us and they'll leave us to get on with things. And we don't want to be a burden.
We thought of moving back into our house in Shrewsbury. But to be honest I need someone to be in with me most of the day, in case anything happens. Nick was worried about how he'd manage going to work and leaving me on my own all day. My mom's retired and dad retires this week so there'll be someone in most of the time there. But to be honest I wanted to move back there. Because if this really is the end I want to spend as much time with my loved ones as I possibly can. I'm hoping I'll see more of everyone at my folks house. It's nearer to everyone so there's no excuse! I want a revolving door and as many visitors as possible. I want to catch up with everyone and tell everyone how much they mean to me. I don't want to die without the people I care about knowing how much I love them. I want to see more of my nieces and nephews so they don't forget me. Because it scares me that they will. And I love them all so much. I want them to know that and never forget it. And I want to see more of my brother and sister so that I can tell them how much I love them, even though I never say it. And I want to see my friends who I haven't seen enough over the years and I wish I had. I can't carry on with this bit as it's making me a bit too emotional.
So this is the end of our Manchester adventure. I hope we get to try again. If I get my transplant and everything goes well we will try again. But for now it's back home to be looked after and to tell everyone how much I love them.
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