When I was a kid, I always went to my Oma and Opa’s house. That’s where we had family Christmas and that’s where I went to spend entire weeks of my summer vacation. A ton of my childhood memories take place in their home, so when my mom suggested we stop by while I was in Ontario I was beyond happy.
This is the “good room”. We were never allowed to play in there. The only time I ever went in it was when we would look at old photos. But I love the furniture! Check out that lamp and the amazing couch!
Next up is the garage. My Opa is pretty handy. He can fix anything, he can build anything and thus his garage has everything you could possibly need in it. But it’s so nicely organized!!
And among all the hanging tools I found something that surprised me:
Pictures of me and my brother! I felt so loved!