My mom recently sold her house and bought another house. The old house was not very big or very special, just like the new house, not big, not special to the average person.
However, it meant so much to my mom to sell the old house, to move on in life, put some memories behind her and start over on a new page in her life. The new house is even more special than the old house, it means the world to my mom, it means a new beginning, a new chapter.
From the old house, she brought a lot of things to the new house, so when I walked around taking photos, with out her knowing I would write these words, I thought, in general it is the same things as in the old house and it looks like the old house too. Like little statues, carpets, a photo from fifty years back, the tea cup that she uses every day, the plants, the spices, the couch and the pillows, they are all the same just with new walls around them.
These objects, these things, they are special to my mom and not to the average person. Every little thing and every big thing, has its own little story only very few people know. My mom, who is maybe just an average mom to the average person, is very special to me and knows every story to every object.
In the photos below there are objects with a story behind them only my mom knows.
