Hello hivers. I hope you're all doing good.
I remember last time when we were living in one of my uncles land. My fathers cousin in mother's side. It's a bit complicated how they divided their property. It was supposed to be family's inheritance ( the land) but my grandmother just gave way for she don't want troubles. You know how some people would go out of their way just to take what really doesn't belong to them. Since my grandfather bought a land for my grandmother she didn't waste her time on fighting for that property. We grew up in this land and when the cousin told my father that we need to move out and leave their property my father didn't object. I think it's also because they are in good terms. He approached my father nicely and even offered him to take any bamboo, back then we mostly used bamboos to build houses. We moved to our own land. My grandfathers land. It's not that far from this place and just divided by mountains. My childhood memories remain in this place. I felt sad when I first visit the place after we moved out. Seems like a part of me stayed here. Some of my plants that I planted way back before is still growing there especially my crotons. Whenever I pass in this place memories of my childhood would came back flashing. Once in a while I would come and visit the place we used to live before.
The next time I came to see after I went back home for Holiday after four years.
Not even a single trace left that someone lived here before for more than a decade. All traces vanished. That land is still vacant and not a single soul live there up to now. Maybe because it was way too far from the main road and not even a single motorcycle can make it's way.
When we built a house in our land we didn't stay in the same spot. We keep moving and making houses in two more area before we settled in our house now.
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The second spot that we left. Not a single trace was left same as the first one.
The reason why it's easy for us to move from one area to another is because our house is made of light materials. What is there to regret leaving those houses? Only memories that we created during our stay there. It didn't have the same impact as how sad I am whenever I visit the first house that I grew up with. Even in my dreams it is always our first house as the venue. The surrounding and the forest like scenery that I see in my dreams.
Tell us about your memories of moving house?
My first time participating in this prompt😁😬 for I can't find an idea in the previous prompt. I can't remember a holiday in childhood😅😬 fow we were just stuck in the house. Even a summer getaway 😌😌.
