:: the past couple of weeks, James and I have been diligently helping my parents move house. This event has been a long time coming as my parents discussed downsizing from their 3 bed-house for years before they took the leap last year and committed to such a change. So March rolled around and preparations for the 'big move' finally began. All those years worth of belongings got boxed up, (a lot was discarded and donated 🙈) and trundled down the road, bit by bit... because yes, they have happily downsized to a lovely little bungalow in the same village (and street no less)! On Sunday I said farewell to a wonderful house; a place filled with the many details of a loving home - it was my parents first family home after getting married and my only childhood home; my one constant place of sanctuary for over 26 years. I have to admit that seeing the empty house was much more difficult than I ever anticipated it would be... but I've been reminding myself that it's the memories of course, not the structure that I truly value, and my sentimental self will cherish those details from my childhood, the happy and the sad, and take them with me, always. ✨ I hope you'll forgive me for my sappy anecdote today ☺ wishing you a beautiful, sunny Tuesday friends!