The good ol’ stove top. I still don’t know how to use you without burning myself.

A barometer I never noticed until it wasn’t outside of my door anymore.

The back steps, where I spent a decent portion of my later High School years.

The crucifix which always gave me the willies.

The basement bathroom, where I used to hide out until it was time to go to school.

A poster my father had from his days in college.

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