Writing about my 2017 and ready to welcome 2018!

In January we made the first and only visit to Portugal for the year. To see, to speak and to hug those we love fills our hearts, however is a trip we simply cannot call a 'holiday' - each day a new location, a new house, adapting to the place, the people, the circunstances, the chats and bringing with us all the bags, luggages and all fingers crossed nothing will be left behind on the previous house.

Revisiting those faces we once knew so well on a daily basis, walking through those streets, places and views that meant so much (or so little) once upon a time is priceless.

Priceless indeed, but when we are back to England, we are exhausted. Simply and purely exhausted, with open luggages on each corner of the flat, stuff everywhere that we won't put back where it belongs because we are just too tired and lazy, a month of laundry to do and mixed feelings to last for weeks.

Time is short. It goes so quickly and passes by like a breeze.

Unsatisfied with our renting agency, February was the month I decided to do my very best for our family and my ambition took another level. I wanted a house. Our house.

My husband said me and my ambitions were delusional and I promised to prove him wrong.

March was marked by appointments at the bank, meeting consultants and mortgage advisers.

Our hopes were up and down each day until we fell in love by a potential house through a photograph and on the 23rd we found out that the house we kept dreaming of would be ours. Little we knew how painful the next months would be for something promised to be so simple and straightforward.

Easter Bunny for April on our favourite farm - Sacrewell and our little girl first trip to the cinema to watch Peppa Pig.

May was a so much expected month and the most important visit since we turned England our 'home' took place: My best and oldest friend and the best sister I never had brought the joy to our girl (and me, I admit) for nearly 2 weeks.

Cousins + Alton Towers Resort = The best combo to remember the good old times.

Zero news about the new house. No contracts exchanged, little news from solicitors.

In June I failed on my attempt to loose weight but my ambition to invest on my online shop grew.

Our summer holidays in July were lovely but a total fiasco too: One week at the south of England and one full day of sun...

No news about the new house. I was fuming by now.

On August 11th we became officially homeowners. We bought a house!

And we were naive enough to refurbish our new home's ground floor in time to our little girl's 3rd birthday party. We had 14 days and no holidays or time off from work left.

What was I thinking?

But we did it, we had a piñata, a unicorn cake and it was probably the hotest day of the year, so we even managed a paddling pool in the garden. Mission accomplished (sort of).

Our family year in review . May to August 2017 in photos