Tuesday, 14 June 2016

For my maaayte!

So the time has come for us to find a new home. Our family is growing and it seems the house is shrinking. Onwards and upwards and all that.

When we first decided to buy a new house I was really excited. I naively assumed that we would be able to find a slightly bigger house somewhere in the village and life would continue as normal.

Nope! No such luck.

The village has become ridiculously expensive and since we don't have 3/4 million pounds tucked under the sofa cushions we have had to look elsewhere.

The excitement has now been marred by sadness and trepidation though and not for the reasons you might think. Leaving our first house makes me sad because it's a great house and I love it. Leaving the village makes me sad because I have built a life here and it's a lovely place to live. But the thing that makes me most sad, the thing I want to do the least, the thing that makes me not want to do it,  is having to leave my friend, my maayte.

I can't imagine what I would have done over the last 2 1/2 years without her. She has been my friend, my rock, my partner in crime. My maayte. I think I took it for granted that she would be there (or rather that I would be here) and we would be 100 yards from each other until we were older and grey less blonde and our kids were grown.

We have been great and terrible influences on each other, we bring each other up and down and she is a massive part of why I enjoyed (and am enjoying) my maternity leave so much. I think I am the best version of myself when I'm with her.

I knew we were made for each other from the moment we first met in a pregnancy pilates class. There was a room full of glamorous ladies, with beautiful bumps all glowing and smiling and just loving life. I was green with envy..and nausea due to the 'all fucking day and night sickness' and felt like crying when I thought I was alone in my misery.

Until...there was the best sound in the world. The groan of a fat fed up pregnant lady hating life on the other side of the room. I knew right then and there she was the gal for me! Thankfully she felt the same way. She was comforted by my lack of comfort and we both felt better knowing the other felt worse!

4 babies and 2 1/2 years later and it's all about to change. I will be moving across the city, I won't walk passed her house every day on my way to the pub playground or shops. Our children won't go to school together. I won't see her everyday. So I'm sad.

I realise that to some people reading this I come off as a weirdo stalker lady, and if I do that's ok, you would understand if you had her as your maayte too!


  1. I LOVE my house and where we stay. I know that at some point we will need to look for a bigger house as baby 2.0 gets bigger. We have 3 rooms. But one belongs to my stepson and my two girls will share. I know how you feel. Moving somewhere else and not knowing anyone when you have just started to make friends where you live. :( I don't want to think about it lol

    But I'm sure you will be fine :) Good Luck!

    1. It's scary and exciting at the same time...think that sums up parenting tbh! x

  2. We have recently moved and I felt a bit like you, in fact even though I love our new house I do have pangs for my old house and Suffolk. It's strange isn't it and I'm sure that you will love your new home but when so many memories have been made in a previous home it can be hard. Wishing you good luck and thanks for linking up #bestandworst

  3. Sad times indeed! I get it, sometimes you just meet that person and friend that you click with. Particularly difficult to do on maternity leave so it must be a bit of a match made in heaven. It sounds like the house move will be an upheaval for more than one reason, but hopefully you dont move too far and can still see your partner in crime almost as much as you do now :-) Emily #bestandworst