That’s right. It’s the last day I’m going to spend in this home. The last night too…I remember how it all started…
I remember my parents started looking around at new apartments at the early half of this year. I didn’t think much about it then. As far as I was concerned, I would be spending the next few years at least, at Bedok. I didn’t think twice about the possibility of having to move house that year of course.
Some time later… I find myself in the car lying down…as often.. when my Dad suddenly pops up with the question about moving house. He mentioned about it just being a thought and that my brother and I didn’t want to move house, then we would not. I obviously was never for moving the house but my brother was excited about the thought.. either way.. my objections were met on partially deaf ears.. (or else we wouldn’t be moving now of course..)
So yes we are moving house and this is going to be the very last day I will spend in the room I have lived in and made my personal home for the last 13 or so years.. no doubt it became very dusty along the way…but it was still home. I threw some personal stuff which was considered junk that ought not to be brought to the new home by not me of course, which was greatly saddening.
Current feelings on the impending move…an obvious tinge of sadness.. and a strong longing to stay.. I just want to enjoy the house while I’m here..and time waits for no man after all. I cried earlier.
What I will miss in the house :
-All the little sketches or whatnot I drew on the walls of the house when I was young. =P
-Obviously my room which was so awesome by the way.
-The height wall! Well, when I was younger every few months or so I would go to one of the walls near the balcony and record my height. So its a wall with my height recorded on it together with my handwriting of that age. (It’s really cool to see how I’ve grown and how my handwriting has changed over the years..)
-The whole house in general but the 3 above are probably the most prominent ones.
I still have my 2010 diary unpacked. I plan to write one last entry in this house before I leave. It will be written tonight before bed.
There was more I wanted to say but I seem to have forgotten temporarily. .
And Thank the Lord for the knowledge that my true home is in heaven one day and I hope to return to it where everything else may be forgotten and left behind.
-Ethan
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