Home is where the heart is?

Not off to a great start really am I? It's been so long since I posted. It's been very busy though what with the run up to the end of term and family dos, work and all the rest, I felt like a headless chicken! Things are calmer now, the kids are off school and we've got plenty of time to get things done.

There are big changes ahead, hopefully we'll be moving to a bigger house soon, we've finally admitted that the one we are in is too small. We live in a Forces Married Quarter and space is at a premium. Having spent the last 8 years in forces accommodation, I'm really feeling the pull towards a place of our own. Somewhere I can tear down the woodchip, lay my own flooring, have a bath that wasn't designed for an elf -knock down walls etc. Is it ever really home if it's not yours?

I suppose it doesn't help that we are also in a part of the world that is not on our list of places we'd like to live. What I'm getting at is that now, at 28, married, three children, I'd like a sense of permanence (is that even a word?). I long to have somewhere that is mine. Where I know I can stay, that I'm not at the mercy of other people's decisions.

Don't get me wrong, we've been very happy here, but it's not home and never really will be. I'm getting a bit tired of this life. Hopefully having that little bit of extra space will relieve some of the feelings of being stifled.

We've made a start on looking for our own house, somewhere with lots of space and that needs doing up. After years of living inside somebody else's walls, we want to put our own stamp on everything. Have a house that is truly a home, that we've poured our hearts into. I can't wait.