On Saturday, I was able to visit my dad's childhood home. My grandmother, who I'm named after but never had the chance to meet, bought this house for cheap when the market wasn't doing well. It's a four story home in Bolton Hill, a GORGEOUS area of Baltimore. It was built in the 1800s and is drool worthy.
his home was where my mom, dad and older brother lived before I was born and this house literally means so much to my family, as most of dad's family has passed away. This place held so many memories for my parents, and when my parents saw that the owners were putting the house up for sale, my dad emailed them and asked if we could just come visit. It was really emotional for all of us to be able to feel so close to past. It was like a dream.
Trust me, the photos don't even do this house justice.