A diary of home
I live in a rather tiny second floor apartment.
My husband and I moved here a few years ago to be near my mum who sold her townhouse and moved into the first floor apartment. She was getting older and it was nice that we could all be so close together just in case someone needed something.
At first I thought it would be her that would need us but as it turned out I got much more from her…
She passed away a few months ago and I will be forever grateful for the opportunity to be so close to her.
We were so blessed.
One of the things my mum passed along to me in regard to home was to notice what people would see first when they walked into your house. The first thing that people see should set the mood. It should be pretty.
This afternoon I opened the door and stood in the doorway looking in.
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