nostalgia.

It's cold and wet outside, and I have the day off. This means I've been staying inside being cozy, catching up on uni readings, eating delicious lebanese breads, listening to Leonard Cohen and getting distracted by some old family photos I dug out. It makes me so very nostalgic, warm and fuzzy looking at them.

Mum, Dad and my sister Grace with me on the day I was born.

The First Birthday.

Mum and I in London.

My sixth Birthday.

Our beloved cubby house.

Dress-ups with my sister. We played 'getting married' and I was the groom. Note my 'manly' expression.

Don't you sometimes wish you could experience being a kid again? Just for a little while?

Love Alice.