Trying to turn a new leaf

It's been almost three years since my gran passed away. I know this because the day that my gran had her accident was the night I decided to move on from my last relationship. The day after she died was the day I kissed the man in my current relationship.  The day after her funeral was the day that I had my first date with him. 

It all sounds rather callous and cruel but that's what saved me. Knowing something new had started just after something great had ended.  I had that to hold onto with a strong firm hold. 

Two and a bit years later. Okay, more than a bit. The house that she once lived in is being passed onto us. The relationship that grew around her death. It's a bit poetic really.  And we're bit by bit trying to build ourselves, not only a house, but a home. 

Check out what it looked like and hopefully I'll be posting up what it's becoming :)