The other day, our tenant sent us the latest photos of the house. I didn’t expect to see the photos, so I was really surprised.
What I was most surprised is, how nostalgic it felt in that moment to see the photos. He did take good care of the house, and almost everything is in tact, just like how we left it to him 2 years ago. He upgraded some furnitures, like sofa and dining table, but somehow it didn’t change anything. It still feels the same, like it is still our house.
It felt so nostalgic because I really can’t believe we used to live there until 2 years ago.
The house was where we grew up as a family. The boys were toddlers when we moved there, and I remember we had to search high and low for kindergartens because the area wasn’t fully developed yet. When it slowly developed, kindergartens started filling in the empty shoplots and shops started open, that was when Covid hit. We were left in our small bubble in lockdown, couldn’t go anywhere but the areas near our house, but somehow it felt like we had everything we needed - restaurants and shops in walking distance, and parks for the kids to let out steam. I didn’t really feel isolated because of this area we were living in, our old house. Neighbours would send some dishes during Ramadan and even when we celebrated Raya in lockdown, I didn't really feel lonely.
Now, after 2 years, we living in my favorite city feels like something that only happens in movies. But it’s my life.
Looking back now, while I will never go back to that place, I feel grateful for the experiences and lessons learnt. And I hope our tenant feels at home in that house that used to be our home.
Our home now (and I'm still pinching myself for it)
We might move again after this, but I really don’t want to because where else can you find a balcony view that can top this?
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