05/01/2026
there's a few houses that built me - since this one left the family, it has been flipped and bought by a new family for their new mems.. let's start here β¨
the house that built me : my grandparents house π‘
my grandparents house is out in the country. they lived across the street from a dairy. while my mom worked, we spent time between daycare and this house so my grandma could watch us.
we spent time outside with cousins, playing games inside, learning the latest dance moves from music videos on TRL, staying inside when those *massive* spiders appeared.. we spent every holiday here until my mom and uncle began to host them. it's where I learned how to make tamales. it's where we were kings and queens of the dirt hill. playing make believe outside, getting dirty. as I got older, the running around may have stopped, but it turned into talking with my grandparents, gossip about country artists with my grandma - she always saved magazines for me, fixing my grandpa's phone, convincing him he didn't need ww.com (aka the internet).
it made me sad when the house originally sold. we've all been wondering what was going to happen to the house. the house was flipped into this modern home. looking at the recent listing photos online made me sad. it was like I was looking at a stranger's house instead of the house I knew and loved. the things I loved about the house were gone - they took out the brick fireplace and the entire brick wall and footing in the living room. the built in hutch with glass windows for the cabinets were ripped out. the sunroom with the cool old fireplace stove is gone. it's officially not my grandparents house - which, is to be expected.
it's just... not the house that built me anymore.
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