So… got back from the mountains to London, to my little flat in Highgate. I bought this spot nearly 10 years ago. About now, ten years ago, I was doing my first viewing. I loved this little flat, felt happy here, felt safe.
Shortly after I moved in, so December 2013, I met the love of my life, Tom. We were here in this flat pretty much Monday to Thursday, for years. Entertaining, cooking, ok - yes, sharing the bathtub, sharing the bed, sharing the shower, sharing it all. This place was our place.
Until June 2021. When we went back to Kent, not thinking for a moment that we would not return. Early July, 2021, he collapsed. Rushed to hospital. I got the doom call the next morning… and he/we never came back to here, our Highgate flat, our little spot. He stayed in hospital, until he died, in January 2022.
I have been back here, after he died, a whole bunch of times. Sorting, sifting, trying to be here without him, struggling, too many tears. Never, ever, slept in our bed. Only the sofa. Because, well, I just couldn’t. Fast forward to now, the flat is under offer to a young couple that love it, that really love it, that want to start their lives together right here.
So, tonight, I sleep in our bed for the first time in since June 2021, This is a big deal. This weekend, I am sifting, sorting, moving stuff out. By Monday, it will all be done. I am ready, and not ready, all at once. All I know is that tomorrow awaits, and there are boxes waiting.
Friends, can you help me make the next step?
take heart in the fact that the new couple will come to love your little flat as much as the both of you did. You’re doing amazing and I’m sure your partner would be so proud of you.