Broke into the old apartment...
... this is where we used to live.
Not sure where I’m going with this but bear with me...
I just found out today that the house we lived in for about 5 years — and sold about 5 years ago — recently went up for sale and in fact sold. Looking at the (now cached) photos from the listing, i can’t help but look back at the old “crib” and think about all the memories... I can see exactly what they renovated and what they didn’t renovate, and all the other little quirks that only I (and perhaps those who lived there) ever knew.
Gotta say, it’s weird to think a place like that has such a place in my heart. I have to think it’s like seeing an old GF/BF 10 years later, or perhaps a city you lived in long ago that maybe looks the same but also doesn’t.
Anyone else have that kind of experience? My parents still live in the house I grew up in, so this was somewhat of a first for me (not counting the actual “old apartmemt” back in my uni days). The joys of getting old...
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