I’ll admit, as we drive home from work through the country roads on what has been our new route since only last year, I feel a swell of panic and excitement any time I see a For Sale sign nailed to a fence and sticking out through the dew laden grass. I know I’ve spoken to you before about moving house, how we moved house with a toddler, but it still feels raw. It took me quite a while to stop browsing and mentally decorating bungalows on housing websites. And I’m still entrenched in the newspapers about property prices and mortgage conditions. As I look at our house, decorated with not one, but two Christmas trees, as the lights flicker and glimmer and A plays with the music Christmas tree that plays We Wish You a Merry Christmas, I can not forget how hard we fought to get here. How lucky we are to have a home to fill with all of this Christmas tinsel. Because moving home is not easy. This was our third (and final, please God) house move. It was not easy the first time either.