About a week ago, I saw a movie entitled "A Good Year." I was supposed to see it for free, as I had received an invitation ticket to a preview. But as the day coincided with my boss's farewell, which I couldn't miss by all means, I gave the ticket to an old friend. She wrote to me and said that it was a fun, good movie. Since I really wanted to see it, I decided to go see by paying 1,800 yen in a Sunday afternoon.
The story is about an aggressive, successful British financial dealer called Max, who spends a very busy life in London. He was notified that his uncle running a vine yard in southern France died. As Max was the inheritor of it, he flew there, to sort out and sell it. But as the old house brought back good childhood memories and related people, mixed with romance, he decided to live there in the end.
Aside from the romance department, I encountered a similar situation this week. My dad told me he will give me our house, which is located in a leafy Tokyo suburb. Since he is hospitalized, nobody currently lives in the house. So, I go there every two weeks to ventilate it, take away spiders' nests, vacuum the rooms and stairs, etc. This week, somehow electricity was gone, so I called the electronic company. A technician came, checked and found out the automatic short circuit censor had functioned and stopped all electricity. Which means, inside the fridge was mess, so I got rid of rotten food and wiped out inside the fridge.
Then I checked the garden. Last time I was in the house, a gardener came by and asked if I wanted him to take care of it. Well, the trees did need to be trimmed, the grasses did need to be taken away. So I asked them to do the gardening, which they reported they did last week. Well, the result was the garden got back to normal, now looking like a garden! As they left an invoice in the post, I sent money to their bank account this evening.
Hummmmm....all this needs a lot of work. It really takes a lot of work to maintain a house. But for me, doing so is a luxury. Condos would be more convenient, but I really prefer a house to a condo. Especially when it is related to good memories......
The story is about an aggressive, successful British financial dealer called Max, who spends a very busy life in London. He was notified that his uncle running a vine yard in southern France died. As Max was the inheritor of it, he flew there, to sort out and sell it. But as the old house brought back good childhood memories and related people, mixed with romance, he decided to live there in the end.
Aside from the romance department, I encountered a similar situation this week. My dad told me he will give me our house, which is located in a leafy Tokyo suburb. Since he is hospitalized, nobody currently lives in the house. So, I go there every two weeks to ventilate it, take away spiders' nests, vacuum the rooms and stairs, etc. This week, somehow electricity was gone, so I called the electronic company. A technician came, checked and found out the automatic short circuit censor had functioned and stopped all electricity. Which means, inside the fridge was mess, so I got rid of rotten food and wiped out inside the fridge.
Then I checked the garden. Last time I was in the house, a gardener came by and asked if I wanted him to take care of it. Well, the trees did need to be trimmed, the grasses did need to be taken away. So I asked them to do the gardening, which they reported they did last week. Well, the result was the garden got back to normal, now looking like a garden! As they left an invoice in the post, I sent money to their bank account this evening.
Hummmmm....all this needs a lot of work. It really takes a lot of work to maintain a house. But for me, doing so is a luxury. Condos would be more convenient, but I really prefer a house to a condo. Especially when it is related to good memories......
