I remember coming across my grandmothers wedding photos once when I was a wee kid. And it’s never stopped intriguing me. It’s like they lived separate lives. I’ve only known them since I was born and it makes me curious to know who they were as individuals before me.
I stay in the storeroom of my house now, so once every few months I look through all the albums stored here… photos of my parents when they were my age, when they started dating, schooling and having fun.
It’s such a bittersweet feeling.
