28 Years On Clover

Let's take a break from the heavy stuff. I want to show off the house I grew up in. At age 20, I moved to B.C. at age 27 (nearly 28), moved back into this house, applied to school, and have been enrolled ever since.

This house was a foster home before we moved in in May 1997. My mom modified many interior things, but the biggest difference is on the outside.

It was white, with a very narrow deck—barely big enough for chairs. There were no trees or gardens, no fence, and no Fibrary.

Summer 1997.

Summer 2025. The house needs to be repainted, but we can't afford it. One day! It still looks pretty cute in my opinion.