I still haven’t been able to drive past our previous house. I’ve had plenty of opportunities to do so (we only moved 5 miles south after all), but I have always struggled with empathy for inanimate objects. Sure, it’d make me sad to see it again, but it would also make the house sad to see me.
I don’t want to make that sweet little house feel sad.
Yeah, I know. Moving on (before I make myself cry).
We did SO much work to that house. We made it our own. And this is how I want to remember it.
the kitchen
