

I love that you got your childhood home back.
I always dreamed of getting my childhood home back but it’s just not in the cards. It was a beautiful acreage - the house sucked, but the property was what made it great. We had about 15 40 ft spruce trees in our yard, a dogwood hedge that would grow from 5 ft to 8 ft if you turned your back on it for more than 3 days (lol), tons of Aspen for a young Shovel to stomp around in, and a slough in the back for said Shovel to catch woodfrogs.
We sold to move into town a few years after my parents split.
Some dickhead moved in, built a big barn thing on one side of the property and cut the bottom branches of a lot of the spruce trees which ruined a lot of the privacy the place had.
I always wanted to move back, rip the house down and build my own house on it. Instead, I moved my young family to a small town about 15 minutes from where I grew up. I still get the country feel and the connection with the landscape I longed for, even though it’s not exactly the same, and we have a new-build house.
I guess I did ok.


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