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Flash Friday 10/05/2013: Moving House

May 11, 2013

On August 14th, Judy moved the house to Hawaii.

Nobody expected it. They all assumed that she was simply moving house, going so far as to send her ‘enjoy your new home!’ cards through her letterbox as she hadn’t revealed her new address yet. Turned out, they didn’t need the new address, as the entire home was upped and taken to Hawaii in its entirety.

How this was done, not many people know. All of them deserved an answer, but none as much as Scott.

“What do you mean, ‘you did it while I was asleep’?” Scott said.

“Just what I meant. You were having a power sleep after the hike you did yesterday, so I took the opportunity to move the house. Nicer here, isn’t it? I always wanted a house on the beach, falling asleep to the sound of waves against the sand. What, what’s the matter?”

“You could have said something.”

“I did, several times. You just said ‘yeah, yeah’ and got back to watching the telly. So I decided to do it myself. Now we’re in Hawaii. You could at least be a bit happier about it.”

“It’s just…nevermind.” Scott looked back at his house. To be honest, it did look miles better perched on the golden grains, the palm trees nearby drifting over the roof. The only thing that probably didn’t look so great is the spot on his street, where the house used to be. “I’m just not sure if this is ideal, that’s all.”

“Ideal? Why not? It’s just like the old home, isn’t it? Because it is, you know.”

“Yes, but everything’s changed now.”

“The plates are still there. The television is still there. The bed you slept on on the way here is still there. You would have felt that one, I’ll tell you that now.”

“Yes, but…it’s all still there, which is thousands of miles away from where it all should be.”

“Nonsense. It shouldn’t be anywhere, really. Here is as good as there, and there is as good as anywhere else. I’m sure the cats will get really used to it. Free fish, after all, once they learn to swim. The only thing that has really changed is the scenery out of your window.”

“But what about the stores?”

“We can buy fresh from here. You go through coconuts at a rate of knots, and now they’re literally growing on the trees.”

“What about work?”

“We both work from home. We could be wherever in the world and still be okay for work.”

“What about my friends?”

“What friends?”

“I–” Scott opened and closed his mouth again. “Good point.”

“The way I see it, life is still the way it always has been. We have our house. We have the cats. We have each other. Just that, now, our neighbour is nature and our walk to the shops is a trek on the beach. Berate me all you want, but you have to admit that this is better.”

Scott pondered this point for a while. Once he had come to a conclusion, he walked back into the home, closed the front door behind him, and then open it again. His mind expected the usual; the broken tiled pathway, the rickety gate, waist-high brick walls that have seen more paint from a graffiti can than a paintbrush. Instead, he saw a beautiful sunset over a vast sea, the sound of the waves making a suitable substitute for the honks of car horns and people yelling at one another. For the first time in a while, he actually knew what serenity felt like.

“Well, alright,” he said. “But if it proves to be problematic, you’re moving the house back. Somehow.”

“Great,” Judy said, her smile as strong as the sunset’s rays. “Just don’t turn any taps for a few days. Still trying to work out that kink.”

Scott shrugged. Any excuse to drink coconut water from a straw and bathe in the sea was a good one.

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