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After my mother passed away our family home seemed to freeze in time. Memories of my childhood are still held within its rooms where they reside in a limbo within the faded walls, an overgrown garden and the objects of my childhood. When I first left my house to live at university these spaces became more prominent to me with only my father left to maintain the house. Now that I visit the spaces in which my memories were created infrequently I expected my memories to ebb. On the contrary returning to the comfort and familiarity of my family home regresses and intensifies the importance of these spaces and items in my life.
After my mother passed away our family home seemed to freeze in time. Memories of my childhood are still held within its rooms where they reside in a limbo within the faded walls, an overgrown garden and the objects of my childhood.
After my mother passed away our family home seemed to freeze in time. Memories of my childhood are still held within its rooms where they reside in a limbo within the faded walls, an overgrown garden and the objects of my childhood.
After my mother passed away our family home seemed to freeze in time. Memories of my childhood are still held within its rooms where they reside in a limbo within the faded walls, an overgrown garden and the objects of my childhood.
After my mother passed away our family home seemed to freeze in time. Memories of my childhood are still held within its rooms where they reside in a limbo within the faded walls, an overgrown garden and the objects of my childhood.