My daughter, husband and I hugged each other in the middle of our empty sitting room. The four-storey Georgian terrace in an Islington garden square had been our home for 30 years. Here, our eldest had taken her first baby steps. Here, we had nursed our son through terrible illness to miraculous cure. But now we were leaving it forever — to downsize.
That was just over a year ago. By any metric, we achieved a successful downsizing operation. We’ve remained close to our friends and neighbours and we helped our children on to the housing ladder. But getting there was a year-long rollercoaster ride interspersed with periods of deceptive calm, when it seemed nothing would ever happen.
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