After four years memory filled years, we bid goodbye to the house we lived in when our children were born, packed up our belongings, and made our way to this new place to call home.
A further commute, and a bit more in disrepair: but the school is better, and the night sky less polluted by electric light, gives way to the vastness of stars.
And with a few suitcases and bags of bedding, we wait for the movers to come tomorrow. The children remind us with running, jumping, squeals of laughter in the empty rooms, that it is this that makes this place our home.