But in reality, this is the one place on earth that truly felt like home to me. These photos are of my grandparents’ house. My grandparents helped raise me, and for several years, I lived with them. So many of my happy memories in life happened in this house. I have happy memories of helping my grandma pick vegetables in the garden, helping her shell peas and snap green beans, picking strawberries (and eating nearly as many as I picked). My cousins and I spent so many summer nights playing hide and seek and tag in the yard. It probably sounds weird to other people, but we had rotten apple fights in the orchard and played in the cemetery that’s next to their house. When I got older, we had bonfires in the backyard and played waffle ball and Frisbee with my aunts and uncles. Last year, my grandparents had to move out of their house and into an assisted living facility. The house has been up for sale for nearly a year now. I wish that I could buy it and keep it in our family, but there’s no way I could afford the repairs that the house will need. It’s going to be sad when the house sells, but I’ll hold onto my happy memories always.
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