What a fun read! My sister-in-law’s kid bedroom is like stepping back in time, there are posters all over the wardrobe doors from magazines. The shelves have various trinkets arranged, including some McDonald’s free toys that her daughter now plays with. Her jewellery is pinned onto a cork board with photos of her as a teen with cousins or friends. I’m fascinated by the space and spend time snooping every time I’m at the in-laws.
Amazing. Complete nostalgia. I had a similar experience returning to my family home in Burford. I didn't get to go inside, but I had a voyeuristic view of things when it was put up For Sale. I saw all the interior/exterior shots the real estate agent took. Of course none of the changes the previous owners made since my family vacated back in the 90's were acceptable. A hot tub, in the garage? No way. How dare they cut down that massive silver maple with crotch-rot, looming just a few feet from the roof of the house! And replacing the carpet with tile in the living room? Ugh. So cold. The property - one-quarter of an acre- definitely seemed a lot smaller than I remembered. The hill in the backyard, so steep 'back in the day', especially when it was time to cut the grass. Now...it was just a little bump in the lawn. Thankfully Burford remains an undeveloped, one-stop light town just like I remembered. Meanwhile urban sprawl continues to invade the outskirts of the village, i.e., all of Brantford! No more Schulyers Orchard. Instead, it's roundabout central on Rest Acres Road. Change is hard. Sometimes it's better not to know :(
This has made my absolute day! Bless you for tagging me, reading this was a joy today. It was particularly timely because I've just got home after being banished by the 17 year old because he wanted to tidy his bedroom without me in the house (I think he was worried I'd try to direct...). His pride in his room (disgusting or tidy) is a joy to behold, and it makes me proud to be able to give him that space.
What a fun read! My sister-in-law’s kid bedroom is like stepping back in time, there are posters all over the wardrobe doors from magazines. The shelves have various trinkets arranged, including some McDonald’s free toys that her daughter now plays with. Her jewellery is pinned onto a cork board with photos of her as a teen with cousins or friends. I’m fascinated by the space and spend time snooping every time I’m at the in-laws.
Amazing. Complete nostalgia. I had a similar experience returning to my family home in Burford. I didn't get to go inside, but I had a voyeuristic view of things when it was put up For Sale. I saw all the interior/exterior shots the real estate agent took. Of course none of the changes the previous owners made since my family vacated back in the 90's were acceptable. A hot tub, in the garage? No way. How dare they cut down that massive silver maple with crotch-rot, looming just a few feet from the roof of the house! And replacing the carpet with tile in the living room? Ugh. So cold. The property - one-quarter of an acre- definitely seemed a lot smaller than I remembered. The hill in the backyard, so steep 'back in the day', especially when it was time to cut the grass. Now...it was just a little bump in the lawn. Thankfully Burford remains an undeveloped, one-stop light town just like I remembered. Meanwhile urban sprawl continues to invade the outskirts of the village, i.e., all of Brantford! No more Schulyers Orchard. Instead, it's roundabout central on Rest Acres Road. Change is hard. Sometimes it's better not to know :(
This has made my absolute day! Bless you for tagging me, reading this was a joy today. It was particularly timely because I've just got home after being banished by the 17 year old because he wanted to tidy his bedroom without me in the house (I think he was worried I'd try to direct...). His pride in his room (disgusting or tidy) is a joy to behold, and it makes me proud to be able to give him that space.