The Pong Blog: Salute to 71 Oakmeadow

So for those who don't know, i moved in mid decemeber. It was a hectic time since it was during my finals when all this happened. I actually had an exam the day we were supposed to leave. Anyway, this was our first home in Canada which makes it a total of 15 years that we've stayed in this place. Some may consider this a short period of time, but i consider it as long. I've spent more time in this house than i did in the two places i lived back in HK. It's also worth noting that i've spent the majority of my childhood and all of my teenage life in this place, so much memories were had.

I admit i was sad the day i left (not to the point of crying), but at the same time i had this pleasant feeling within me. By all means, it wasn't that i was happy to leave an old house for a new one. I was just glad that i was able to spend my childhood years in this place. It was a cozy home. Also, looking ahead, i saw it as a sign of change in life. As i'll be finishing up my last year of uni , parting with my old house was in essense, parting with my inner child. Now don't get me wrong, i don't mean to say im mr.adult now. And as most of you know, i still take part in all sorts of child-like shinnanigans. Basically, all i'm trying to say is that moving houses is symbolic of my moving into a new stage in life. Anyway, here are some pics i took the night i moved.

Oh yea, these pics are of the house when everythings been moved. Pics of how the house actually looked when we were living in it are in a photo album somewhere and it takes too much time to scan.