When you go to someone’s house, you always think about how many memories they have of that house.
They might have tripped on those stairs, or looked out on those windows watching the stars, or cried in their rooms. You think about how someone must have memorized its every corners, how these walls must have heard shouted arguments and whispered reconciliations.
It’s really unnerving when you think about it. Someone lived their life in this home, and you’re just passing by.
And when they've moved away, someone else will be here, fully unaware of the whole life that the previous family spent there.
For them, it would just be a new house.
(What do you think? Is this going to change the way you think when you visit someone the next time? Let me know💕✨)
