recently I found some old family photos that I hadn’t looked at in a few years. of my parents, and their parents and even one of my great grandfather (who had amazing cheekbones….) and a lot of photos of young me. there was one of my grandmother standing in front of her school with classmates and just looking Exactly like herself only younger and even cheekier and maybe quieter than she is today and I loved seeing how she dressed herself then knowing she is a Recovering Shopaholic now and basically I feel close to her when I remember and tell a story of her. (She is the diva standing 5th from left)
I stumbled upon some old pictures of my mom, back when my family used to host a whole bunch of parties at our house. She looked so radiant, smiling in every picture, so young and just beautiful. Which is not to say she isn't still all of those things, but sometimes it feels like she's lost that spark and that just makes me really sad.
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.
