I am writing this post as an apology for allowing the blog sitting idle for over a month, and especially to make the Syndicate's followers hanging in a thin line. This is part one of three posts, each of which will detail specific part of our big move. Thank you for hanging on, and we, I, apologize for the inconvenience
ell, on the hillside, to be precise; and I always pass that house whenever I go round the area to look for a house for the Syndicate. It's standing there alone, barren for so many time, pinned by two larger house that already bustling with lively household. Tall grass protruding from its crack front porch, and and its gray paint dusty like the crown of an old sage up in the mountain. There's a small, weathered sign on its front wall, silently enduring the scorching sun, the daily breeze, and torrential rains. Day and night, like a seller sitting in lonesome idleness behind his withered merchandise because no one bought from him.
But then come a dire news from my landlady. Her daughter in law is getting pregnant, and she wanted to use the house I rent for the upcoming baby. She had said before that I have all the time I need to find a new house because she is not in a hurry, but since the pregnancy is coming sooner than she thought, I have to move by the end of July, which is just a month away.
The news ruin my schedule, and as time passed it took with it my sense of security. My searches are more frequent, and my mood is changing rapidly from a deep focus to a fearless frantic. It took one month for any bank to process a mortgage, and even if I got it, what about moving? What about settling down? What about....
What the heck. When I pass that house again late in the evening after a visit to nearby house for sale, I thought, I got nothing to lose, so I dialed the red numbers hold by the lonesome, weary sign in front of the house, and not get an answer.
“See?” I thought. “No wonder no one buy the house”
The next day a foreign lady called in and say “Someone is calling my office number last night, and I am returning the call. I am representing a developer of a house in Green Hills Residence...”
“That's me” I said, forgetting being rude for cutting her line. “I wanted to make a schedule to see the small house”
“Um” she sounded doubtful, “You are looking for a small house? For a new family?”
I don't get what she mean. “Why ask?”
“Well, mam, the house is somewhat small, I can say, typical house for a newly wed, but the empty land behind it is pretty large”
“Well, the house is 36 square meters, but the overall land is 155 square meters. Would you still be interested?”
“Ah” I start to get her message, and it grows interest in me.
|The black mark around tiny specks above is not dirt on my lens, it's that huge brown spider|