While in San Antonio this past weekend, we stopped by the house where I grew up and knocked on the door. A beautiful blonde woman answered the door with a look on her face that said, “Do I know you?”
“Hi. I lived in this house when I was a little girl until I was 13 years old. Do you mind if I come inside and see my old house? I want to show my husband the room I grew up in.” She graciously obliged, even though the look on her face showed that she was a little nervous with us strangers traipsing through her house.
It was pretty amazing. Nearly every room had undergone some kind of a significant facelift. It looked the same 1940s ranch style house on the outside, but the inside was totally modern and updated.
I’m glad for the new family that is enjoying the gleaming granite countertops and the newly installed Jacuzzi bathtub, but my favorite parts of the house were the ones that had gone unchanged: the old windows that you have to crank open by hand, the old-fashioned telephone stand carved into the wall of the hallway, and of course the tree house my Dad built for us kids that is still in the backyard over 20 years later!
A couple of weeks ago, Hubs and I had dinner with the couple from which we bought our new house. They moved less than a mile away, and they have three little boys. I wonder if they will want to come visit the place they first called home. If they do, their swing set is still here for them to enjoy!