What are rainy days good for other than unarchiving old photos? The other day I did just that.
This is the house where we lived in Connecticut before moving across the country to California. It’s funny, looking back at that house, my perspective of it has entirely changed. When I lived there, I couldn’t stand how old it was (it was an old farmhouse built in 1906). The creaky floorboards, the antiquated radiators, and the small box-y rooms drove me nuts. But now, looking at these photos, I love that little farmhouse, creaky floors, and everything (adds to the charm of it all if you ask me!). Oh, the photo shoots I could do in this place! If only…
Do you often find yourself looking back and realizing you completely took what you had for granted? I do. Or perhaps maybe it’s my memory playing tricks on me. You know, your memory tends to coat everything in a layer of gold. Do you have any favorite memories?
Sometimes I look back at these old pictures – this former life – and think that one day maybe I’ll move back. I don’t know if I’ll ever move back or not… if I do, I’m afraid my memory will have played tricks on me and I’ll realize this old life will not be as precious as I remember it. And in that sense, I’ll taint the sweet memories I have of it now. Does that make sense? Do you ever feel that way?