I came home early from class today only to find our real estate broker at the house providing an estimate for its value. It would be too early to say that we are even looking into moving right now -- rather, that we were simply interested. But since I am not such a huge fan of change (especially a drastic one at that), just the thought of us moving out of this wonderful home we have lived in for the past eight years was enough to make me nostalgic, and I instantly began having flashbacks of the memories we created and shared here over the past years.
Like the night we first moved in on November 12th, 2003, when the fresh eggshell-colored paint had barely dried from the walls and the house smelled like a mixture of wood, paint, carpet, and hope. We sat on the floor of what is now our dining room, eating out of a box of pizza, excited at the prospect of beginning our lives in a brand new neighbourhood. My dad went around to each empty room reciting various chapters from the Quran; his low voice echoing the melodious Arabic verses back off the bare walls. I chose my room (the one with the most windows, obvs) when we had first chosen the layout, before our house had even been constructed. Although my two older sisters switched rooms a couple of times during the past few years, I always stayed in mine. I love my room. And guys, I JUST GOT IT DONE, FYI.
It was in this house that I've had my high points and experienced many, many lows. I started high school here, went on to university, and even planned an escape route thanks to my overactive imagination. And it is also thanks to my overactive imagination that I am probably getting too ahead of myself. I mean, the real estate broker JUST gave an estimate and here I am, already getting emotional about moving and revisiting old memories when I should be doing anything else but that.
It is at times like this that I sometimes wish I could escape my surroundings by becoming a turtle and popping back into my protective shell.
5 Comments:
Oh, don't worry :) After all it's just an estimation :P
I never considered the place I live in to be my home well, because we are renting it out. I kind of realized one day I'm going to have to move from this home so I try to keep it as simple as possible. But try telling that to my mother -_- I got my room done as well :) But not as fabulous as yours, lol pink walls :D I remember the first day I moved into my home as well, oh KFC chicken and the couch in the middle of the living room. My sisters and I ride our bicycles/tricycles around the home. Come to think of it I've been living here for almost 11 years (this Feb). I can't wait until I get to call a new home my "home." LOL a bit of the opposite w.you on this one. I look forward to change for some reason.
eid mubarak to you and your fams :D
I've lived in the same house all my life and I can't ever imagine living somewhere else (but, thankfully, we haven't reached that stage yet), even going to uni is living a mini-move and I hate that. I'm not so big on change either. But sometimes change is a good thing, and can lead to new better things and you won't ever lose those memories from your old house. Hope everything turns out ok.
P.S. New reader but liking the blog :D
Eid Mubarak to you Muslim Girl.
Don't worry, change is sometimes good!
I know exactly how you feel, but I went one step further and moved country, leaving my beautiful home behind. You think your heart is going to break, leaving a place where you've set so many memories, but somehow you get through it. I'm a living example of that.
Eid Mubarak to you!
Yesterday, I spent Eid at my cousin's house. They just sold their house that they had been living in for about 15 years. It was our last Eid party there. :(
Post a Comment