Memory Shmemory
A *mostly* Wordless Wednesday post today.
I’ve been thinking about our old house lately. It has only been 3 1/2 years since we moved from the city to the suburbs, but in many ways it feels much more time has passed. While I am grateful for where I currently live, I miss certain things about our former residence. (mostly the yard). Looking through the images of the interior (I took most of the following pictures the day after we moved out), I am surprised at how small it looks now.
Anyway, here are some pictures.
Below-The family, one week before the move.
Garden boxes.
Basketball court and mountain view. I miss both…
Swell parties were held in this fine kitchen
This room, long, narrow.
First weekend in the new place.
Residuals 
Aw. Sweet memories. I look back at some of the places we lived and wonder HOW. (Yes, in all caps.) Life is an adventure, eh?
Hmmm. Don’t most people take photos of their places before they move in and not before they move out? 🙂 Sweet memories. I like small houses. I’m sure your current home has some advantages as well, right? Can’t you see the mountains from the front? I guess it is not the same as from a back yard…
Sometimes I think about our old house and one of the things I miss most is our yard and the garden we had there.
Both look like really nice homes. It’s always challenging to move, even when you’re heading toward something amazing.