I found some pictures I took inside my grandparents house from 2007-2008. It’s mind-blowing to me how a house that was once so open and inviting (to family, anyway; most of my friends were afraid of it) turned into a bolted-up, secretive fortress. I haven’t been inside there since 2010, and that was for about 30 minutes before Sharon was shooing me out.
This painting was supposed to be mine. This was all I wanted, plus all the old photo albums. I don’t care about the money. I would rather continue living in pseudo-squalor than taking their handouts.
Chooch in the Clown Room, standing near a sharp-edged glass table, wooo parenting!
Master bathroom, one of my favorite rooms as a kid.
Someday I hope to have a house to cover in strange wallpaper.
Chooch in the kitchen. I just wanted to post a baby picture, that’s all.
Someday, before the house is gone, I want to break in and take more pictures and just get one good, long look at what seemed so normal to me as a kid.
I spent some of the best days of my life at that house, watching “Golden Girls”, “Empty Nest” and “Hunter” during Saturday night sleepovers, eating grilled cheese, and playing PacMan in the game room while “She Bop” blared out of the jukebox.
It really depresses me to know how Grey Gardens it all has become.
(Susie, if you’re reading this and you have any photos of the house from when you were a kid, I would love to see them!)