Behind Closed Doors

There’s something about entering a stranger’s house that is both wonderfully special and strangely nerve-wracking. An invitation to step into the birthplace of someone’s memories, ones which have travelled from generation to generation, feels intrusive yet such an honour. Simply just passing through tells of so much - the stories told, the life milestones experienced, and the guests who’ve come and gone. And, almost as a leaving gift, you become one of those guests. Another line to the ever-evolving story, written behind closed doors.