I live here. It’s a five-bedroom house (yeah, I know – get me!) and it doesn’t always have snow on it, but I like this picture.
This is the fourth house we’ve owned – we’ve gone from a one-bedroom flat in the town centre 16 years ago, to a three bed terrace near the town centre 14 years ago, to a semi-detached three bed bungalow round the corner from here 10 years ago – to this. We moved in at the start of last year.
I now live on the same road I grew up on and my parents still live in that very house. My sister lives just down the road. We think we’re the only family in the village to have three households living here. We’re proper locals and we’re quite proud of that. My mum and dad aren’t originally from the area, but they moved here when they got married and they’ve never looked back. My husband is a northerner, but he wouldn’t live anywhere else either now.
Our village is ‘semi-rural’ and I like that, because I think I’m semi-rural too! We live near to an industrial estate (not so great) and a retail park (handy) and only a couple of miles from town. We can walk in the countryside without getting in the car, but it’s nice to be close to the town too. I would never want to live in one of those places where you get cut off in snow or heavy rain.
I love the town where we live and would never want to leave it. OK, I left it for seven years for university and the start of my career, but I came back and I never intend to leave again. I never would have guessed I would end up living on the same road as my parents. I didn’t even imagine myself living in the village.
But here I am. Living with my husband and three kids in a house I remember being built when I was a kid. I wouldn’t change it for the world.