[a place of the old days]

Zee Gimon

I am Zee. I call myself the Observer because that's what I find myself doing most of the time - observe life and people around me. My blog is a Pensieve, similar to that of Dumbledore, used to keep the thoughts and random ideas that visit my brain.

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  • Mary

    A lovely story. Nice photos too.

    • Thanks, Mary 🙂 More photos are on FB 🙂

      • Mary

        Yes, I saw them. Beautiful.

  • Going back to my old junior high once i was struck with how small the halls seemed.  Going back to my old stomping grounds makes me wonder how I thought this was the place to be.  My mother died in 2004 and I have not been back since.  Nothing to draw me anymore.  I wonder how much it has changed, or none at all.  Enjoy the stroll down memory lane, but do what you did: make new ones.  Love ya sis. 

    • I can only imagine – I haven’t been to either of my schools yet… But I sometimes go past my first school on my way to work. It seems tiny (it’s not big to begin with…)
      Memories are a fun thing… Old memories are supposed to be good, yet we have to make new ones or else we simply live in the past (something that I am very guilty of)…

  • Beautiful picture!

    It sounds like an amazing place to retreat to. I’m sure you consider yourself blessed to have a home away from home. =)

    • It’s a blessing and an inconvenience at times. I don’t have a car, so going there is not something I can do whenever I please. So sometimes I think about selling it… but then I can’t – because there are so many memories tied up with that place. *Ugh*…

  •  Sounds like a wonderful place to remember old times and to make fresh memories!

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