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Everything is fine in our new home and little by little we are getting used in our new life. However at times I get really nostalgic about our old house and neighborhood. I feel the need to say goodbye. Although it wasn't our own and had its disadvantages, such as golden kithchy mermaids on the bathroom tiles and a dreadful built in shelf unit in the living room, it has been our home for eight years, our babies were born there, made their first steps there, talked their first words, went to school for the first time, played in the neighborhood, made their first friends. We also had great times there, some bad too of course. I want to keep in my memory gatherings and laughs and parties with friends. By now, the apartment must look already very different, as new renters arrived on August. It makes me feel melancholic because for some reason I still feel it as ours, even if we are settling without problems here.
Looking at photos of my previous home, I realize how long it takes for a house to take its final look, suppose there is such thing as "final look" when we talk about a house, and how many things were left unfinished, in terms of decoration and organisation, despite the eight years we spent there.
So here is a photograpic farewell to my old home:
Everything is fine in our new home and little by little we are getting used in our new life. However at times I get really nostalgic about our old house and neighborhood. I feel the need to say goodbye. Although it wasn't our own and had its disadvantages, such as golden kithchy mermaids on the bathroom tiles and a dreadful built in shelf unit in the living room, it has been our home for eight years, our babies were born there, made their first steps there, talked their first words, went to school for the first time, played in the neighborhood, made their first friends. We also had great times there, some bad too of course. I want to keep in my memory gatherings and laughs and parties with friends. By now, the apartment must look already very different, as new renters arrived on August. It makes me feel melancholic because for some reason I still feel it as ours, even if we are settling without problems here.
Looking at photos of my previous home, I realize how long it takes for a house to take its final look, suppose there is such thing as "final look" when we talk about a house, and how many things were left unfinished, in terms of decoration and organisation, despite the eight years we spent there.
So here is a photograpic farewell to my old home:
the sofa a few years ago
