It's that time again
When I say "it's that time again" I don't mean it's the time when I break down into a crying fit because I'm overstressed and all I want to do is DIE nor does it mean that I'm on my time of the month and to look out of I will snap your head off, no no, it's none of those presumptions...no, no it is actually "that time" to MOVE again.
After 2 years and 7 months I am moving yet again. My house on Longwater, when I first moved in, it felt like a summer house, maybe one I had imagined in a dream. It had a huge back yard with a pool, flower gardens all around it, and large trees. Trees. One tree in my back yard (that I have yet to know what it is called) is one that I will always remember. It was always the first tree to bloom and by autumn the first tree for its leaves to turn yellow and loose all its leaves.
When I first I got here, this house didn't seem like ours and now leaving it, it doesn't feel anymore like ours then it did 2 years ago. It was a fantasy, even more so a paradise, something I had always wished for. Not just the house of course, to wish for a big house is kinda stupid. Instead, a big house, a large family-a happy family-a pet dog, Rags, and most importantly close to all my memories of Unionville over the past 19 years. But I don't know why but to have such a house, something I loved, something that was close to me, that made me happy, would never last.
I just knew, that even it was said over and over, that this would be the house that the parents would retire in, that my kids would come to this house and revisit the rooms, to even being pointed out the dents in the walls and their significance and connect to my happy past would always be just a dream.
And at end of March, the dream will be over and a new reality will begin at our new house on Bishop.
After 2 years and 7 months I am moving yet again. My house on Longwater, when I first moved in, it felt like a summer house, maybe one I had imagined in a dream. It had a huge back yard with a pool, flower gardens all around it, and large trees. Trees. One tree in my back yard (that I have yet to know what it is called) is one that I will always remember. It was always the first tree to bloom and by autumn the first tree for its leaves to turn yellow and loose all its leaves.
When I first I got here, this house didn't seem like ours and now leaving it, it doesn't feel anymore like ours then it did 2 years ago. It was a fantasy, even more so a paradise, something I had always wished for. Not just the house of course, to wish for a big house is kinda stupid. Instead, a big house, a large family-a happy family-a pet dog, Rags, and most importantly close to all my memories of Unionville over the past 19 years. But I don't know why but to have such a house, something I loved, something that was close to me, that made me happy, would never last.
I just knew, that even it was said over and over, that this would be the house that the parents would retire in, that my kids would come to this house and revisit the rooms, to even being pointed out the dents in the walls and their significance and connect to my happy past would always be just a dream.
And at end of March, the dream will be over and a new reality will begin at our new house on Bishop.