This Old House: The Drive By

About a week ago I took Bebe "back home"

for a visit with my Mom.

 

My Mom lives near the beach

so of course we spent a day there.

It was awesome.

 

Then on the way back from

our weekend trip I drove through

my old home town.

 

I drove by my old house.

 

 

 

This old house.

 

Driving by.

 

Me.

 

Like a stalker

with a paparazzi

smart phone.

 

Not only driving

REALLY slow and

holding up my phone,

but also shouting to Bebe

in the back seat.

 "LOOK! This was

MY OLD HOUSE!

The house Mommy

grew up in!"

 

Oh how cute it looks.

It looks a bit different

though.

 

 

 

 

All of the big trees are gone.

They provided great shade.

But you can see the house well now.

The new owners have even

kept the color the same.

They added railing

down the front steps.

 

My neighbor Ronnie and I

played so many games

out on that front porch.

There used to be

a porch swing

on the left.

 

See those two

skinny windows

in the front?

That was MY room.

The room that was first

painted yellow....

and then changed to

PINK.

(This is where it all

started!)

 

My cat used to meow

late at night,

underneath the

windows until

I would open

 one of them

and pull her in.

 

I wonder what my

room looks like now.

 

 

There were more trees

 here in the side yard.

Gone.

 

Change is good.

And change was good

for this house.

 

It is SO bittersweet to see

what happens after

you've moved on.

 

The memories come flooding back.

Yes, the house has changed.

But I still have my

memories.

 

Memories of our little. yellow. house.

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