Moving on

This happened two weeks before I found “the house,” the one I recently purchased.

My realtor and I just came from an open house and before he dropped me off at my apartment, he drove me around my street. He sometimes drives me around the neighbourhood to point out to me whether it’s a good neighbourhood, and whether it’s wise to buy a house there. That night I think he just wanted to take a peek at the lot where they were going to build their condo building. My old place is on the same street and I pointed out to him our old house. I told him how well I know this neighbourhood and how I’ve live here for 16 years and how I know all the streets.

“It’s time to move on,” he said.

All this time, I thought I’ve moved on. But I’m still hanging on to this place.

That’s when I realized, “Yeah, I think it’s about time I move on.”

Who knows, maybe there’s something or someone waiting for me at my new place.

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