Moving day always holds mixed emotions; stripping away and leaving behind the home you once made to meet the bare home of a stranger, now ready and willing to become your own. It's a strange sense - walking through that unknown doorway the first time, surrounded by packing boxes and furniture, feeling loss and hope, excitement and nostalgia. It makes you think what does a space mean? Does it shape your life? the framework for a new chapter? or is it simply a roof to keep the rain off whilst we bustle along underneath? We'll soon see.