It’s so easy to aspire but difficult to transpire. Everyone
dreams of a bigger home and when our time has come, it feels I leave behind a
part of me. When does a house become almost like your child, it’s hard to say. Somewhere
between its walls and windows are the carefree days, the chilly nights on the
terrace where we watched the stars and the planes, the barbecue with friends, the scenic and not so scenic view from the balcony. We hardly took holidays since this place
has given us days of 'eat, sleep and then repeat'. It’s been our party house, the place where we could see and touch the raindrops, it's been my cozy hideout during pregnancy. The movie house, our binging ground, and a
place where peace prevails despite an absolute noisy neighborhood.
It’s a place where we have grown (in size, only I) and
learned how to manage on our own. From the disappointing heartbreaks, this home
has seen us celebrating for so many reasons. The little playground for our monkeys,
and their small place to play hide and seek.
They say it takes years to have the house your heart desires,
I say it takes a lifetime to get a home out of your mind. Some day as we will sit back to sip
our coffee at leisure, I know for sure, that we will be missing this place where we feel at home, and all the memories that we have created here.
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