The small wooden house

Posted on | March 11, 2009 | No Comments

Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to. – John Ed Pearce

Imagine you have a very small wooden house. And other than its cramp space, you notice that it has seen better days. Then one day, after several days of careful consideration and discussion with your wife, you finally decided that it’s time to move to a bigger one despite having to leave years of memories behind.

Eventually, you settled to your new house and in just a matter of days you begin to consider it home. You cherish its every nook and cranny and you started believing that what you’ve done is very well worth the trouble. For a couple of months that followed and every day after you wake up, you excitedly grab a freshly brewed coffee ready to do what was considered your daily ritual. You pace back and forth, climb up and down the flight of stairs, and look up the ceiling then down to the floor. And after each thorough yet casual inspection you smile, really convinced that what you have decided months ago was definitely the right thing to do.

But days, months and almost a year after though, you seem to notice that you have had several occasions when you never see your neighbors, friends and above all your family. Your family that what was actually among those you expected to appreciate the most of your now spacious abode during their regular visits. And this is when you once again wonder why. After a couple of sleepless nights you finally realize, you’re all alone in the middle of an island surrounded by the serene yet intimidating sea – for almost a year, you’ve been inaccessible to the rest of the world.

To make things worse, and regretful, you heard that the small wooden house you’ve left behind is sitting on top of a rich oil deposit. Suddenly you remember and said, “hey, I still own that house…I must go back while time is still on my side.” So back you did. Although the story didn’t end with “…and they live happily ever after…” you humbly returned, compromised, and started to recognize (and deal with) its trade offs. And on your first night of your return, you lie back on your old yet cozy bed, look out through the ageing window sill trying to hold back your smile as you kiss your ever supportive wife good night hoping that tomorrow will indeed be a better day…with both of you still living in that small wooden house.

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The hypothetical story above is just my way of saying that I’ll be regularly posting my blogs back to my Blogger.com account. This time however, I changed its name from killtimedoblog.blogspot.com to marcuscanblog.blogspot.com to leave the negative association. I will be doing some sort of syndication by posting on both WordPress and Blogger account.

By the way, I composed that story while my wife and our restless son, Marcus, were playing right behind me.

Photo credit: Poonomo

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