Today, I'm saying goodbye to my old house. It doesn't know I'll never see it again — it has no idea that this will be the last time I'll walk within its walls. It doesn't even recognise the sheer volume of memories it holds; how many tears and smiles and adventures it has seen.
This 3-room corner unit was originally owned by my late grandpa about 40 years ago and was bought over by my parents after they got married. There used to be 7-8 of us staying here, including my late grandparents, an uncle and a dear cousin. Grandpa passed away in 1990 and sometime in mid 1990's, my cousin shifted back with his parents. In early 2000's my uncle got his own flat just a few blocks away and my late grandma decided to move in with him, leaving just the 4 of us. When Tanglin Halt Road and Commonwealth Drive estate were identified for enbloc in 2014 and we were given replacement flats in nearby Dawson, my parents decided to opt out and applied for a 4-room BTO sales of balance flat in JW.
I'm so going to miss the friendly neighbours; the 12 mins bus ride to town; the long bus rides from Marine Parade or Yishun; the close proximity of getting home from office and the list goes on.
It's amazing to me how a house can be a living, breathing thing — it's lifeless but it's alive in my memories and will always be. I can only hope that one day my new home evokes the same kind of nostalgic and bittersweet sentiments.
0826, you will be missed!🏠❤