While driving around town or in a new city, do you see a home that has amazing curb appeal, or no-so-amazing curb appeal, and wonder what the inside looks like? I actually live about 45 minutes from where I grew up and 2010 was the first time I had seen it in at least ten years. It was also the first time I didn’t want to see what the inside of the home looks like, not because growing up there was bad, no. Because it was great.
I took pictures of the swimming pool where we had parties and of the tree that hit my brother (yes, it hit him) when he was little and rode past it on his bike. I just don’t want to see how some other family made it their home, because what if they don’t appreciate it in the same way we did or what if it loves them more than it loved us. It’s kind of like that old boyfriend who you still think highly (or passably) enough of, yet you have no desire to see him ever again. You wish him all the best in life, but have no need to witness that life firsthand. Some things are better left to the unknown, don’t you think? Ignorance is definitely sad, except when it’s bliss.
And the home above? It has nothing to do with anything I just said, I just really like it.