From corner to corner of our lovely 1,528 square foot home, I see bits and pieces of a lifetime, of a family. The archway to the kitchen holds proof of my daughter’s sizing, every six months a visible marker of aging. Now, as boxes litter the floor, I realize how much I will miss the roof that covered our heads for three and a half years.
It’s only a house – I’ve said that plenty of times since deciding to sell. But in truth, it has been more than that. It has been a time capsule of sorts; it holds memories, laughter, a part of each of us. And so it will be for the next owner…
For us, for now: Penticton.