When my sister Marie was here in Sweden on a visit this summer we took my dog Peete on a walk past this house almost every day she was here. At the time it was for sale and super, super cheap comparing to anything you can find in California. This is the perfect house for her for many reasons. It's cute, sunshine yellow, one level with a little loft and it has a cozy wood burning fireplace. The thing that makes it most perfect is that it is so close to my house, of course.
Now it's winter time and the house looks even more charming. Even though someone else bought the house and my sister is back living her own life in sunny San Diego, to me this will always be her house. Often when I pass it on my own I think of the talks we had together on that trail about how we would decorate and the parties we would have at "her yellow house".
It gives me comfort that both my brother and sister know and like spending time where I live; way out across the world in a little Swedish village they never knew existed.
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