|The row of houses I once lived in|
Ofttimes, when we move from one phase of our lives into another, we do so without a backward glance and with nary a thought to what we're leaving behind. For example, when I passed through the gate of my primary school for the final time, the fact that it was part of my life that was seemingly gone forever didn't, as far as I recall, perturb me in the slightest. Soon, the classrooms and corridors of my secondary school became the familiar routine of my daily life, and I'm surprised, looking back today, at just how quickly and easily I adapted to the change without even realizing it.
|My former back garden - ah, happy memories|
|Tara - in the 'other' house. She spent the last three years of her life|
there, after living eight and a half years in the one I again occupy
|Tara's successor, Zara (who was born a month before Tara|
died), in my present abode not too long after moving back
Long may it ever be so.