This is the house that a lived in for the first 17 years of my life. A few days ago I was in my old neighbourhood and decided to drive past my old home. I slowed down, took a look and kept on going. Then something told me to turn back and take a picture. I actually don't have any good pictures of that beautiful old house on Broadway. So I went back and pulled up to the front of it and snapped a few pics. I tried to suppress my feelings and memories of that old house. Too many. Some good and some bad. It was hard to be there, for some reason I really had a hard time being there. Then as an action of self preservation, I looked in my rear view mirror at my little Noah fast asleep and felt a feeling of calm as though I needn't worry about the past.
I didn't expect myself to have that kind of reaction but I did. Sometimes taking a walk down memory lane is hard.