The day of the move was emotional and bittersweet. We'd be moving on from the pain of bad memories but at the same time missing our home. We managed to get rid of what we didn't need anymore through charities. I took most of the sentimental things and all my furniture for the room that… Continue reading Picking myself up and carrying on again.. (part 2)
So, since that amazing special moment that happened at my cousin Dan's, Max and I spent the last few years trying to adjust to a sense of normality again. A lot has happened during this time - a one very long rollercoaster journey.. As I had mentioned in my previous post, the flat that we… Continue reading Picking myself up and carrying on again..