Although I doubt we’ll stay put in the same place for long enough, the sense of belonging and meaningfulness of this home grabbed my attention in today’s Herald:

“Every time I pop round there (Her neighbours) I am transfixed by the two photos he has hanging in the frame by the front door. In the left-hand one, he and his young wife-in early 1970’s clothes-are going in through that door carrying a small baby. In the right-hand snapshot, my neighbour is coming out the same door with a young woman in the wedding dress on his arm. It is his daughter-the one who was the baby in the first photo”

Our neighbours are the same-A family home, rich with memories draws me in…I’d love knock on the door and walk through our childhood home in Wanganui. It’s amazing the few times we’ve driven past how small the street actually is, the walk to the shops seemed so much further as a child!

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