Wednesday, May 06, 2009

then and now





Some years ago I sold my house on the lake. The top 2 pics are some views from the house. Big trees, some of them 300 years old. The bottom picture is what the new owners are doing to it now. Nothing left of the old trees, and nothing left except my memories. Sure it is their place now, and they can rightly do what they want with it. But still it makes me sad.

8 Comments:

Blogger Red Pill Junkie said...

Ouch.

So, why did you sell that house?

May 8, 2009 at 7:16 p.m.  
Blogger Bernd said...

It was time to leave the place. Didn't make sense for what was left of my family to live there any more. It was high-maintenance, brutally cold in the winter (note the ice on teh lake), and too much living in the past.

May 11, 2009 at 6:03 p.m.  
Blogger Red Pill Junkie said...

Icee (I-see):)

So now you live in an apartment, right? Less space, but more practical —& warm.

May 11, 2009 at 8:26 p.m.  
Blogger Bernd said...

Right, it was time to move on. And it is not as if I will stay here forever. I am not finished :)

May 11, 2009 at 11:37 p.m.  
Blogger Red Pill Junkie said...

You are what is commonly referred in Mexico as a "Pata de Perro" (dog leg). Which is the way we refer to globetrotters.

May 12, 2009 at 2:15 p.m.  
Blogger Bernd said...

Yes, I am a nomad, as any person with half a mind would be :)

There is no reason to stay in any one particular place.

May 14, 2009 at 11:48 p.m.  
Blogger Red Pill Junkie said...

"There is no reason to stay in any one particular place."Oh. What about family?

I guess people from the US, Canada & other northern countries are like birds. They are supposed to leave the nest and fly away as far as possible.

Latins are more like rats*= we don't leave, we just make a bigger nest :)

(*): I didn't use this metaphor with any racist connotations. I remembered it from Rattatouille, and I always thought it was pretty cool ;-)

May 15, 2009 at 12:48 p.m.  
Blogger Bernd said...

Actually, in my particular case, my family followed me. Parents, sisters, and even a dog. Though the dog didn't have much say in the matter. But she loved me, I was her mother :)

As you said Red, it could be a cultural thing. The people from the northern parts, where the weather is uncomfortable, they tend to move.

May 16, 2009 at 7:12 p.m.  

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