There were lots of stuff we sold, got rid of, or left behind when we moved here from New York. I kept and brought this small birdhouse on the day we left the East Coast. I remember my companion gave me a kind of funny look. But I didn’t care.
I painted that birdhouse. I even painted the roof red to match the trim color of our house. It was placed on top of a shadowbox fence under a massive pine tree. There were countless occupants over the years. Yes, this small birdhouse always reminds me of our small white house in New York.
The paint on the red roof has peeled off and it also serves no purpose now since I have it on the ground. It’s purely decorative, and a remnant of our life before the City Different.
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