As we were driving to go to New Orleans for a visit with friends, we swung through my old hometown and walked down memory lane.
This is the house I lived in when my mom and dad brought me home from the hospital. I, of course, don't remember it. We moved from here when I was two.
This is the house I lived in from two til eleven. I LOVED this house. I LOVED this neighborhood. I have so many good memories here. I had a wonderful childhood. Not too long after we moved, the city I grew up in started to deteriorate and I was so disappointed to hear about this. However, for some reason, this neighborhood is still hanging in there and doing good. The house looks a little different (when we lived there, there was no pink painted on it, just slate blue). Also, the mailbox was located on the other side of the street. That tree that I planted 22 years ago? Yeah, it was a free one that they gave us at school for Arbor Day. It's MASSIVE now. I wish they still did things like that.
This is our house in Florida. Please excuse the obvious camera in the picture. I was taking a picture of a picture through glass. Anyway, even though it was my teenage years, I still have good memories of this house as well. It's such a typical Florida house. Last time we were in Florida, we drove by it and it's now painted yellow. How that got by the Homeowners Association, I'll never know.
This is our house in New Orleans. Again, excuse the camera in the picture. That's my mom walking back to the house. We were decorating for Mardi Gras and had walked across the street to check on the decorations from the street. This is where Light of my Life came after she was born. She still misses the house and to a degree, so do I. But, I still love where we live now, much better. This was the one that was damaged in Katrina.
This is our current house. Of course, the dumpster is no longer there. That was there to clean out the house before I moved in. The previous tenant left it in a COMPLETE and UTTER MESS. Destroyed furniture and the floors. Thank goodness for elbow grease and a landlord that knows how to fix crap.
The porch needs to be jacked up on the right and it needs to be repainted and the shutters re-done, but that's on the landlords "to-do" list. What you don't see is the tons and tons and tons of land surrounding this house. To date, this is my favorite place to live. Funny, it's the smallest and the one that gives me the most problems, but, there's just something about it. It's......home.
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Friday, September 26, 2008