I mentioned before that my parents have sold my childhood home and that I went to visit them there for the final time at the beginning of this month. However much I love their new house, it is going to be weird to never be able to spend time in the old home again.
That house grew and changed as my brother and I grew and changed, it holds many good memories and some bad ones. My primary school was just across the road. This home played a part in me becoming who I am. I do credit my parents with a lot of my taste in furnishings and they have created a very cosy living space. The house is filled with my family's personality from top to bottom, from the attic room to my Papa's workshop, with so many details to look at everywhere. I took plenty of photos as a reminder for me and my family. Want to have a look?