3 years ago to this date I moved in with the love of my life (as cheesy as it sounds!). I couldn't of asked for a better partner and father to my kids (Step-father to Mia). I actually remember feeling so stressed as I hadn't even finished packing everything ready to move. My Dad was a little bit moody but looking back he was probably just upset that I was leaving home, and it wasn't exactly close either. We moved into our first house which was a private rent, in the same village that we live in now. It was down the road from his mothers house and around 25-30 minutes from my family so it was a big move for me as I knew I wasn't going to see my Dad every single day like I was used to for the past 20-ish years.
It felt really weird moving into our own home, I was excited to have my own house though. I could put anything wherever I wanted, do what I want and buy what I want. The most shocking part to us when we moved was how much all the bills and rent etc cost. I was used to paying half rent and council tax in my Dads but then adding all the other bills, including food etc on top it made a big difference. Plus our rent was higher than my dad's house, but we worked it out and we have managed pretty well. We only had a 6 month contract with our first house, the landlord tried her best to keep us and get us to take another 6 or 12 months but the house was way too small for the three of us and especially that Elliw was due soon too. We found a bigger house in the same village and I fell in love with it straight away. Looking back now, I don't know how I managed to fall in love with it straight away either it was so old fashioned and I was never keen on big long living rooms! But we did manage to live there for 2 years until we bought our own home. It was a really exciting time, looking around for houses to buy! We've been living in our own home now for a good few months, its perfect for us. We still live in the same village just on the other side. It really is mad how much things can change within 3 years.