Reading through this blog, it’s not too hard to figure out how sentimental I am. Who said nostalgia wasn’t a good thing?
It’s also quite obvious that I adore my grandparents. We live in the same house that was built by my grandfather (my pregnant gram helped by giving direction and taking photos).
And it hits me when I see moments like this, captured by the technology of its time. My grandfather likes to remind me that he built the house in his “spare time”. As in, after a 50-hour work week.
Like a fortress rising up out of the ground.
Here it still stands today, changed by time, unchanged by memories.
Proud to call it home.