Things Change

Our old house, with my dad on the roof!

So this blog is about my childhood, and how things change.

When the pool was just built! (2005)

So this morning, my dad posted a picture on Instagram. Yes, my dad is ultra-cool and up-with-it because he has Instagram. And when he posted this picture, I actually cried.

The picture was of a bare block of land, which is really nothing to cry about. But to me it is a huge deal. In about...1999 we moved into a tiny beach house, which, at the time, had 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom and the kitchen, dining hall were all in one room. Literally, tiny. So we converted the garage into a massive bedroom which my sister and I used to shared for about 8 years.

When the garden had grown up a bit! (2007)

We lived in this house for 10 years, and I guess it forms a part of a lot of my childhood memories. I grew up in this house, and in 2005 we built a pool. This pool was awesome, because it had rocks around it, and a gazebo, and a waterfall, and a wooden stage beside the pool. Our garden was huge, so it was perfect, as a kid!

But in 2009, we sold the house and moved out, because my sister and I were over sharing a room and everyone needed their own space. Until a couple of months ago, the people who bought the house had rented it out. But the picture that my dad posted on Instagram was devastating. The block is empty. The house, which has been on that block since the 60s, is gone. And the pool was dug out of the ground.

Our old house. (May 2013)

I won't be able to drive past again and be like...oh, there's the fragipani tree that I used to play in. Or...there's the waterfall into the pool where we used to pretend to be mermaids.



But I have to accept it. Things change, and life moves on. I'll always have the memories of growing up in that tiny beach house. And now there will be new memories. Because when the new house which is built on the block eventually is sold, another family might move in, and they will create new memories. And I guess I have to be content with that. You can't hold on to physical objects forever, but there will always be the photos that we took when we lived in that house, and the memories that I have growing up there. And those will last a lifetime!

Our old garden, no pool, no plants, no house. (June 2013)