Sometimes you just enter a house and know you'd have enjoyed being a part of that family in that home.
Today I went into an estate sale a mere 2 blocks from my childhood/adult home of 36 years.
I walked by it on my way to school in the 70's--walked out contractions past it in the 90's, pushed strollers past it, taught my kids to walk in front of it, walked my dogs in front of it, passed it on our weekly walk to the library ....and the house always interested me.
I didn't score mind boggling, money making treasures....just walked through a well loved home that I have always wondered about and took it all in. Sometimes THAT is a greater moment than the "finds".
I bought a photo of the family in front of their Christmas tree....not sure I can part with it and it's not even my family!
One of the best parts of raising your children in the same area you grew up is little moments like this. Although....bittersweet in that I know by next weekend some contractor will set up a dumpster, tear up walls, yank the wood floors and add 1,000 square feet even though CLEARLY...5-7 people lived here comfortably and happily for years.
Cheers to bittersweet!