For the first 17 years of my life, my home was at 5822 Port Hudson Drive. A four bedroom, two and a half bath brick ranch built in 1975. We moved out when I was in away for my junior year at Louisiana School, and I guess I never felt like I truly got to say goodbye. Or maybe at 17, I didn’t know I should. In any case, I’ve dreamt about it, and I’ve driven by it countless times. So when my mom told me it was for sale, I knew I had to see it. This past Sunday, there was an open house, and I brought the boys.
I expected it to make me really emotional. I have so many memories of that house. And of course of my dad. As it turns out, the whole experience was surprisingly unemotional. It was interesting, but I never felt like I was going to burst into tears or anything.
(Don’t worry, there’s more…a LOT more.)
Walking up the driveway to the back.
Through to the dining room
First day of school pic in the den.
I did not improve with age.
Now to the bedrooms!
My parent’s room
Now let’s go outside!
Me and my dad in the backyard before my first wedding.
Yet another photoshoot with Jenny.
Well, I hope you enjoyed that walk down memory lane. (As if anyone but my own family made it this far.)