When we first moved here, I loved this house. Things had become quite unpleasant where we were in Brighouse and it felt like a new start.
By the time we left to go to Finland, I hated living here. I didn't feel safe and I dreaded coming home from work.
I remember the first time we called in when we were back for a holiday. Our first lot of tenants had trashed the place and it felt personally invasive.
Now we're going through with the sale. We've popped back to clear our last bits out and that's it. We probably won't come here again. I can't say I'm sad to get rid of it but there are a lot of extreme emotions attached to this house. Today it just feels a bit weird.
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