07 June 2012

3 the house of my childhood is for sale


and there's a strange part of me that wishes i were in memphis this weekend so i could go see if it's as wondrous as i remember 
and if the bathtub is still in the backyard. 


3 comments:

Anonymous said...

No wonder you became a writer! The outside of your childhood home screams idyllic Southern home. It just looks like it has a story to tell....because of course idyllic Southern always has something hiding beneath its perfect petticoats. :) So glad you shared. love!

Linda said...

want! I'll take it, garden bathroom and all.

oline said...

D0 IT, lindear! i wish there were a way to get to memphis and see it as i'm pretty sure there's a good story to be written there.