House #3

I lived in three different houses growing up. The first house I remember just slightly. The second house we lived in until I was nine, and then we moved from Seattle to Kennewick, WA. This is the house I lived in until I went to college. I think this photo was taken within the first year or so, it was a new house, and the landscaping still looks a bit bare. I do not have any emotional attachment to this house.

This past summer we drove through the Tri-Cities on our way to Idaho so I thought it would be fun to show the kids the house I grew up in (my parents had moved from this house before my kids were born).  Navigating there was simple, funny how you do not forget things like that, but as we approached the house at the end of the cul-de-sac I was somewhat saddened. It was not what I remembered. The house looked poorly maintained and there were larger campers, trucks and boats parked on the properties and in the street. The kids looked unfazed, but I was not happy, so we drove around to the back side of the house (there was another street that allows you to access the home from the back). We parked the car and the kids looked over the fence in to the yard. They thought it was cool that we had a pool and a big yard, but I saw things differently - maybe I am, after all, a bit more sentimental about house #3 than I initially suggested..