Having spent 10 years of my life, specifically my most formative years, in this home, it’s hard not to say it left an impact. I distinctly remember discovering this home while house hunting with my sister and parents as a child. My sister and I immediately loved it. Having grown up in a small home before this one, the house seemed like a mansion to our eyes.

Moving throughout the house, it felt like we were discovering new secrets around every corner. In the garage was a string. When yanked back it opened a ladder to a small attic. This was unbelievable to us. An attic! Like what people on TV have. My sister and I told our parents we wanted to live in this house because we liked that one of the trees grew pinecones. Whether this is the reason we ultimately chose this house I don’t know but life is random that way.

Having visited the house recently, I was shocked by how different it felt. Being built in the 60s, this house was starting to show its age. The kitchen was very small, much smaller than I remembered, and it was hard not to find an area without some battle scars. Even that pinecone tree is no longer around. It had died and needed to be cut down. It’s sad to see the state this house is in, but I appreciate it for what it was and hope to renovate it one day.