Where the Heart Is...
It would figure that in my childhood we lived in only two homes. This is the 2nd one and it holds the most lasting memories for me. Funny how every inch of that house not only can I picture in detail, but it's as if scenes from movies play out in my head as well, of a time spent there...one moment in time forever burned in my memory.
The house became home to two different families since our parents sold it.
Our grandfather designed and built the home and it's my wish that oneday it will be back in the family.How, I am uncertain ,and at a cost far above the original sale.
Still, one can dream.