Before this house, I wasn’t a photographer. I wasn’t a Mom of two. I wasn’t married, or even engaged. So many life-changing events and memories are bound here and saying goodbye is awfully bittersweet. I should’ve thought to do this before I took the pictures down from the walls and boxed up the contents on the shelves, but oh well… Just a few random pictures of the random corners of the place we’ve known as home for the past five years. So long 600 castain Drive… xoxo
This is the chair I sat in, probably 10 or more times a day to smoke a cigarette and gaze out at the neighborhood. Thank goodness I have long kicked that nasty, nasty habit.
Those are ancient azalea bushes outside of the window. In the spring when they are in full bloom, the entire bathroom has a pinkish, sunlit haze.
My favorite spot in the whole house, our bedroom. I went bold and painted it my favorite color and don’t regret it one bit. The prettiest light falls through these windows every evening, and this spot is especially memorable for me, because this is where I spent most of the last year nursing and tending to my colic little baby.
Those divots on the wall once held ceramic hooks. I somehow managed to break them both. The divots are now “wall art”.
Baby wipes on the ledge. Sunlight on the wall.
I spent way too much time with these guys.
That bell in the middle of the door? Yeah, that’s the loudest old doorbell you ever heard. And that window to the right was home to a weighty prism that cast little rainbows across the foyer every morning.
Here lies the toilet my first born was potty trained on.
Our blue kitchen, where I finally learned how to cook. It should be noted, this was an incredible and unexpected accomplishment.
Many friends and family have layed their heads here in our guest bed.
The children’s room. The room I tiptoed in every night to peek on the children.. You know, just to make sure they were breathing.
The kitchen window, my second favorite spot.. Hours spent washing dishes, cooking, hanging with friends and family, and watching the children play outside.
The highest swing in the world.
I’d say this ol’ mailbox has many good years left in her.
So long 600 Castain Drive xoxo