My family moved out of the childhood home I've sleepwalked in, since moving to Malaysia at 5, recently. By family I mean my mother, seeing as everyone else with my same DNA and dry humor are scattered across the sea. I didn't think much of the old place. I just lived there, after all; as children do. And frankly, I could not get away from it fast enough.
But now, I'm suddenly struck by how I can't go back,
even if I wanted to.
Shot by Dennis LHY Photography
Why we need keepsakes aside from memory are beyond me.