“Yes, Yes, come on lets celebrate I’ve found us a bigger house to move into”, she replied excitedly,
Then I realised, that’s why she was celebrating. I particularly wasn’t happy and didn’t feel like celebrating with her, as I knew this would mean that we would have to move out of the area, the estate I grew up in and going into a place where I know nobody and mean nothing to anyone. Most of all is the sadness, of leaving behind all your friends, who you have known for many years.
When father got home that evening it was around seven o’clock mother went straight up to him screaming “yes, yes, yes!!!” she was as happy as a peacock with him not knowing anything about this, he seemed pretty confused, until she explained to him. When he looked at what the property and saw what it had to offer, he was on top of the moon.
Even though, I was completely against the idea of parting company with our current home and moving into the one which we saw in the paper, I was also shocked after looking at the house, not denying the fact that the house was in mint condition. Only if that was our house today, the whole situation would be different. I felt like showing my feelings, by bursting into tears in front of the T.V where the family was gathered.
Next day, father gave in his resignation to the company, and left immediately. The reason being so he could take out time to make financial arrangements, sort out the Loans and also find a suitable buyer for our house. I was feeling the day we had to move out of this area, forever, was coming sooner day by day.
Father had seen it inside me that I wasn’t particularly happy with the whole idea, so he requested for me to go to look at the chosen property with him, and also have a look at the local surroundings and area. I didn’t want to disappoint father as he was only looking for the benefit of the family, who he loved so much.
The week flew as fast as a rocket, and it was already Saturday morning. Father and I had to wake up incredibly early to get ready to set out on our journey towards Brighton. I was on one side nervous and also happy that I could just maybe see a house of my dreams.
We left our house at 08:30 and arrived in Brighton at around 10:45. As we drove through the city centre, the area didn’t look as bad as I first thought of it and the local’s also looked very friendly. My heart was beating quickly, thinking that I might get brainwashed into this whole idea.
The area was as clean as a whistle; the roads were as flat as a pancake, also as smooth as velvet. I was also feeling that I was beginning to like this place from the centre of my heart, not just because of mother and fathers wishes, but because of the fact that what I saw, I loved.
Shortly after driving down the city centre, within a few minutes we arrived at out destination, at the house, where the Estate Agent awaited us. After a few welcoming words between father and the estate agent we were taken into the home to view, what it had to offer. As I walked into the lounge, I couldn’t believe my eyes; I was shocked to see such beautiful architecture and the plush surroundings the carpets were marvellous, they were as white as snow.
Moving into the dining room, first to catch my eye was the stunning pine wood table, which was as round as an orange. The atmosphere created by the colours, artwork and the beautiful statues gave it a really elegant look.
Within the hour we had finished viewing the whole property, father was keen to ask a few questions which the estate agent kindly replied to and then turned to me, he asked me what my thoughts were on this property. I replied to him by saying I am totally speechless, I love this home incredibly. After he herd my answer he had a really lovely smile on his face, as he was confident I wouldn’t refuse to move out of our old home anymore.
After the viewing, we drove back into the city centre to have some lunch and meet some of to locals. I met a few people, of different ages and asked them what they thought of this area. Looking at the superb answers I got I was quite pleased to know that the people around here were very similar to Londoners or maybe even better.
We also visited a few local schools which were near to the house to see, what I thought of them and how they were taught there. Our first destination was the posh Queen Mary II Grammar School, which you had to give an entrance exam to get in. I was totally in love with the school. All the pupils work was as neat as a new pin. Another advantage this school gave us, was that it was ten minutes walk away from the house and also all siblings could enter automatically if one of their brothers or sisters were already in the school.
Secondly we visited a school called Austin Court, which also was in a distance of the house, but didn’t look as promising as the first one. We took a guided our around the school with a prefect who told us about the school. I was also keen to know from him, in his opinion what the school was like. He replied with a sensible answer saying, I’m not going to say that all the pupils who attend here are perfect, as nobody is perfect. The school has really good teachers, who are committed to their pupils learning. It may not have plush surroundings but had excellent learning facilities. I was very impressed with his answer He looked studious and I felt as if he was being honest.
When we arrived home, mother immediately came rushing through to the door, in desperation to find out what we thought the property was like and wanting to know if we are going to move in or not. So once again we gathered the family around the table to discuss, the benefits and disadvantages would be of the move, looking at both points of view the advantages were more than the disadvantages which meant, that this move would be great for the family. Everyone was already convinced enough by mother and were all awaiting my answer. They all waited, it was as silent as a graveyard. I broke the silence and replied YES!!!!!!!
Mother burst out in happiness, and was running around the house as fast as a cheetah in happiness. All we hear next is pin drop silence, wondering what happened to mothers extreme happiness celebrations. I went to see, walked up the creaky stairs and there she lay on the cold wooden floor…………………..
