It’s still mine. Even if it should be torn completely apart it will forever be mine. Every room filled with memories, every board filled with pieces of my heart. A house is only a building until you make a memory in it, until laughter fills the hallways, until decorations line the mantle above the fireplace. Until a little piece of you is given it would seem to just be walls, ceiling and doors. This place has all of the hurts with tears, the trust and confidence and the love of my family etched within the walls and doors. My first and only home located in a small town of New Hampshire. Continue reading Lydia Cooper – My First House →