|The Noisy grill|
|The side Garden..|
But the house remained my comfort zone.. memories of my dogs, the old iron gate - yes I had a share in painting it too, the plants, the trees - ah.. the old forever non-stop flowering and fruiting drumstick tree.
This estate - it is all home.
Even when I moved out of the estate, here was where comfort was. The warmth of memories, growing up, scraped knees, bicycling, childhood games, friends from church and school all familiar and close to the heart.
I feel sad at the thought, but I understand the reasons for the moving. I'm thinking of the house as a person, that will no longer be. Soon it will most likely be torn down and rebuilt so that a new tall house can stand there too.
The estate is not looking as cozy as it once was, it just seems more crowded these days as more houses grow two and half stories tall..