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A woman in her 80s came to my house maybe 5-6 years ago and asked if she could see the inside, since she had once lived here. She gave us a lot of insight regarding the changes that had been made to the house since she had lived here - a bedroom was converted to another bathroom, a screened-in porch was insulated and turned into a real room, some doors were closed up, and so on. It was interesting to hear her perspective, and she was glad we were taking decent care of the place.
As for the house I lived in until I was 9-10 years old.. I had the opportunity to go back and see it a handful of years ago, since my dad had rented it out instead of selling right away. It looked a lot more dilapidated without the rose-colored glasses of my childhood to see through, but our height markings (along with initials and years) were still on the door frame of the furnace room. I still wish my dad would have replaced the door frame so we'd have that piece of wood.. even if it's just to have his handwriting somewhere.
Now, the house has been foreclosed on and has been in severe disrepair (on the outside, at least) for a while.. I turned around in the driveway a few weeks ago when I took the wrong road off of the new roundabout. We actually considered re-buying it since we're looking to move.. but it would just be too much work and a little too weird to be living there again after 14 years away.
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"Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark."
— Henri-Frédéric Amiel
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