Chase after castles like there’s no tomorrow…
Finally scanned in this picture! It’s been about a month since we left this place behind now, but it will always be the first place that felt like home since I moved away. (Despite the fact that it was a bit of a dump at times!)
Last summer was pretty much the best ever, and I have so many memories of ‘The Castle’ I could never manage to write them all down. The endless cups of tea & meaningful conversation, making mince pies and drinking mulled wine several months away from Christmas and the many drunken nights out…
I have met some of the most wonderful people because of this place, (both the people who actually paid rent and the ones who stayed on the sofas!) that never would have been a part of my life had I not moved in. In a strange way, it gave me a lot of my confidence back. Although I was so ready to move on from it all, leaving it behind has been a happy/sad feeling… It’s felt a lot like growing up.
I guess I have realised that it will always be the people that became a part of my life there that make me feel at home, wherever we all end up…
Love to everyone who ever had anything to do with this house :) xx
