Tuesday, 4 July 2017


Back in 1983, when my family moved from this house,
the tenancy still had almost 3 weeks to run.  We moved out
early because the house we were moving to was new-built, so
it was lying empty waiting for us.  We left the odd piece of furni-
ture at our old address, to be collected at our leisure before our
tenancy officially ended.  During that period, although we were
living in our new home, I'd now and then pop into our old one
and sit on a wicker chair and gaze out of my old bedroom
window at the sun going down on the horizon.

I knew I'd miss my old view, and never quite felt
that I'd ever get used to the 'new' one.  Well, as regular
readers know, just over four years later, we returned to our
former domicile and I was reunited with that view, and for the
next 20 years, I seldom thought about the house we'd vacated,
or the view from its bedroom window.  Now, however, another
10 years down the line, I find myself recalling it with almost the
same kind of fondness I had for the one I returned to.  I find
it strange that I immediately fell into the familiarity of my
old view and never gave the 'new' one much thought -
until relatively recently that is.

I just accepted being back in my old home to the ex-
tent that it almost felt as if I'd never been away.  However,
I looked out of my window tonight, and I think it was the first
time since being back that I realised I'd taken it pretty much for
granted.  Tonight was the first time it'd struck me that the view
I'm again so familiar with was once part of my past life, and not
(for just over 4 years) my then-present one.  I sometimes feel
as if I only dreamt about living in another house, but now
and again I'm reminded that, no - it was for real.

You know what?  I reckon that if for some reason,
I had to live in that house again, then I'd probably feel as
if my 30 years back here were a dream, not the other way
around.  No real point to this by the way, I just thought I'd
share with you the strange thoughts that can occur to a
  fella from glancing out his bedroom window. 

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