I grew up in a home that is only about 3 blocks from where I live. I`ve road bikes past it frequently with my children and for the second time since my parents have sold the house it has been in foreclosure. My friend is in real estate and was able to get me into the home I haven`t stepped foot in for 18 years.
The anticipation of her opening up that door I can`t put into words of course she delayed it reminscing about the german shepard doberman mix we had back then...LOL.
When I stepped inside it was such a strange feeling one of familarity and another of total non recognition. The house was beyond being given any care the past few years as shown by the bare boards. The people when they left decided to take with them cabinets, sinks, doors, door jams, carpets and even molding in spots.
It was such a dejavu to be standing back in my old bedroom. Many memories rushing by. I was so grateful to be able to step back in time. So many times I thought how wonderful it would be to be able to get just a glimpse of those walls again. Even if sadness filled my heart momentarily it was nice to feel like I was back home again.
Never forget who you are and where you come from.
Here are some pictures of what I saw upon entering:
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