This is not really a food post. All of my posts have been food-related but I thought it was time to do something a little different, sort of an ode to my childhood home. It’s funny how you never notice things about the house you grew up in until you leave and return after a while. I did not visit Rhode Island for 6 months, which is the longest I have gone without visiting my parents. This time, I saw all the little details that I overlooked before.
I live in an apartment full of mostly new things, there’s very little character there because I know it’s not the home I will settle in forever. (I have “stolen” some pieces from my parent’s house, but shhhhh!) My home in Rhode Island is full of artifacts (although, some could use a trip to the local dump) but others that are priceless and make my house unique. I feel my childhood home is almost museum-esque. Here are some little glances into my home. Hope you enjoy them.