When I first returned home for summer holiday, my uncle and his wife had taken up residence and were running the house in place of my parents. We'd agreed to this prior to my departure for Tōkyō. Given that I was alone in the world, and given that I could not stay and mind the house, this was the only workable alternative.
My uncle at that time had a hand in various ventures. In tending to his affairs, he'd pointed out by way of mild objection, his present place in town was far more convenient than my house in the country. He said this to me after the passing of my parents, when I'd consulted with him on how to manage the house during my absence in Tōkyō. My house had a long history, and it was well regarded in the region. I expect it's the same in your home town - the dismantling or sale of a pedigreed house in the country, despite their being a successor, would cause quite a stir. I'd do so now without a second thought, but I was young then and felt myself in a bind. I had to go to Tōkyō, and at the same time I had to maintain my house.
My uncle reluctantly agreed to move into the empty house. However, he insisted on keeping his place in town. For convenience in handling his affairs, he would need to commute between residences. I had, of course, no grounds for opposing this plan. Any arrangement that freed me to leave for Tōkyō was, in my mind, satisfactory.
As a young man out on my own, I still felt a strong attachment to my family home. In the spirit of a traveler, I knew there was a place I could always come home to. No matter how Tōkyō enticed me, once the holidays came, I felt a strong pull to return. I studied hard and played hard in Tōkyō, but at night I dreamt of holidays home in the country.