The Brown House Diaries
I am moving into my childhood home after not living there for 18 years. I was around 9 years old when my family and I moved a county over. They rented out our old house but never got rid of it. My parents surprised me with the keys to that house and I get to call it home again. The Brown House has always been a metaphor for my level of happiness. I was a kid and my memories there are always bittersweet.
The Brown House had one these chairs when I was little & I would love to bring it back to The Brown House.
An outside room, if the outdoors has rooms.
Q