Ode to a Much Loved House: Moving is like leaving an old friend
A House in France
Time to Move On
We’ve been privileged to have owned a house in France for ten years, have been accepted as regular participants in village life and made many friends; we shall undoubtedly be back.
However, it’s now time for change; we’re selling our 200+ year old ‘longère’ to a young French couple in the village who have the energy to spend time, effort and, little by little, some money, on making it theirs, on bringing it into the modern world (though retaining some of its character, I think).
Yes, we’re leaving this home from home which will be in our hearts, as well as in those of several of our family and friends, for many years to come. Although we’ll be back to see friends, we’ll no longer have our own little corner of France.
This Old House
This traditional French house, solid as a rock, full of character and history, has given us so much, seen many get-togethers, sheltered us from storms. It has given us produce from its garden and given the children respite from busy, hectic lives. It has fed our imagination with its history. Its beautiful lime tree, under which we’ve tasted our summer fayre, has sheltered the birds, insects and so much more that we don’t see.
A 'Thank You'
I couldn’t leave without writing a few words in praise of this magical place, without a ‘thank you’ to the old walls, the grounds and the trees. Words are not enough to do it justice but old friends need a proper, fond farewell.
Our Old Friend
Ode to an Old French Friend
This house knows so much more than I
of life and love and times gone by.
Its stone and beams stronger than I
give shelter when storms rant and fly.
A creaky loft older than I
keeps bats and frogs and beetles dry.
The shady lime, though younger than I,
sees nature far beyond my eye.
Long fields stretch out farther than I;
they grow, they feed, they hear birds cry.
The sun’s strong rays warm more than I;
they nourish all that live and die.
A harvest moon beams broader than I;
his face turns bright as he climbs high.
All will continue longer than I;
more hearts will beat, more lovers sigh,
but there’s one thing I have in me -
a lasting, loving memory.
What About You?
Have you ever been in a similar situation? You'll know how sad it is to let go of a place you love. You might be changing areas for work. You might be unable to afford to stay. You might no longer be able to carry out all the maintenance necessary. Many reasons come into play.
It's important to think through what's best, to follow your head rather than your heart in these situations. Circumstances change. It may be time to move on, time to explore pastures new or to spend it with family and old friends.
What's that old cliché? 'A change is as good as a rest'. It's true.
Never forget that there can be new adventures and experiences when your path changes direction.
Copyright annart (AFC) 2014 (No copying without permission; no changing of original hub)
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