Looked up the house I grew up in to show a friend.
I can honestly say this is the first time I’ve checked in on it and the photos haven’t made me sad.
I spent almost half my life in that house. I loved that house, but if those walls could talk… 😔
I can still identify what was there before. But it just looks … happier, now.


Someone has put a lot of love into this place.
There were even chickens on the property at some point! Maybe they’re still there?


I don’t know who did it but whoever did, good on you for ripping out that stupid fucking lawn my parents insisted on having on a damn near 45° hill.
It looks almost nothing like it did when I lived there, and I like that.

I hope someday I can visit it and maybe the owner will let me walk through. But if not, that’s okay.


—emily duchaine
Flommist Emily Duchaine lives in the Pacific Northwest. She likes to drink mead, learn about sharks, and listen to the Talking Heads. She pretends to be a professional businesswoman most days. Copyright © 2025 Emily Duchaine.
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