The last days of FC

The time is coming, for the final farewell to Farrer court. this is my last weekend here. More than half of the residents have moved out, leaving the block blacked out for most of the units at night. the car park which would be full by evening now has so many empty slots even when we come home at 10pm. half of our stuff are all packed into boxes ready to be shifted over, leaving the house looking much emptier than it used to be.

the reality hasnt really sank in yet - in a few days time i would be leaving my home of 18 years forever. in a way it is similar to your parents leaving forever and getting adopted by new ones. it would cease to be my home, all the physical reminders of the past which cant be brought along will vanish with the buildings as they get demolished. any amount of pictures and videos wont be able to make up for it.

i will miss the convenient walks to church

being located near a main road and not far from orchard

the view of tame nature just outside the window

all around the estate there are so many places which remind me of my past, especially during childhood.

the playground where i ran and played and bullied smaller kids
the canal where we walked in all the way to the end (more thrill when theres water)
the multistorey carpark where i watched kids practice taekwondo
the field where we splashed around after the rain, got dirty and played bambooed sparklers

the void deck where i played soccer with joel's friends

the wild vegetation area where i tortured the plants and looked for insects

the desolate place outside the estate where Ricky is buried

in the house there is also much to reminisce about

the toilet where i played with soap in the bath, getting all wrinkled after that

the wall which still has traces of drawings

the floor we played toys on.

the table which snails crawled over

the chair i supposedly peed on (dun even rmb doing it)

the balcony where my bean plants grew (the new house doesnt have one)

the spots of supernatural sightings

the spot on which Ricky died in a pool of blood

the store room, kitchen, kitchen toilet, study room also have their share of memories.

while packing up stuff, i also found lots of items and documents which had been stored away for many years and forgotten since, but as i looked through them, each one brings back memories of the past, having a tale to tell and sometimes reflecting how i was back then. its almost nostalgic, getting me lost in the past during that time. but some things are too inconvenient to bring along or we find it not worth bringing, and would have to be abandoned.

well what to do.. when you got to go, you have to go. at least i have the holidays to settle into the new home and surroundings. i will always remember farrer court, but no point missing it.