The Return of Childhood

Returning to a childhood home is like stepping into a time capsule, unlocking a chest of memories that had been forgotten.
The smell of the front yard and the shape of each room. The decorations throughout the rooms become a portal to your childhood.
Seeing the front door you had once walked through everyday was a rush of emotions, greeting you like an old friend. Each step across the house is a step back to childhood.
The living room, still with the same furniture, the fireplace now a reminder of cozy gatherings, and whispers tales of shared warmth and togetherness.
The pictures on the walls are frozen moments that represent a family bond.
Wandering through the hallways you can almost hear every laugh, every fight, and every memory ever taken place.
The kitchen holds the smell of cherished recipes that define the home. The clinking of utensils and the hum of the refrigerator all hold memories of shared meals and conversations around the dining table.
The backyard, a playground to whatever your own imagination could explore, with the games of hide-and-seek, and imagining the yard was lava.
Yet, the rush of memories, there’s a realization that time has done its toll. The childhood home now stands frozen in time, but the sound and smell of memories now fill the air around it. The nostalgic feeling has now become a bridge, connecting the past that once was to the present that now is.
This now allows reflection on the time and the growth that comes with it.
The nostalgic feelings not only reconnect with the past but also discover the hold to the present. The nostalgic journey is a reminder that the physical spaces may change, the times of love, laughter, and shared moments, creating a timeless sanctuary not only in my heart, but in the house itself.