White is on the Right – Ramble-y Reminiscence 3

When we first moved into our current place of residence, a duplex, both doors looked exactly the same. I could step outside and forget which door I just came from if I had closed the door behind me.

After one particularly bad winter when the door frame was further damaged (it wasn’t the best frame when we moved in), we decided to hire someone to fix the frame and put in a new door. My sister chose a white door.

Now whenever I walk up to our house I just need to remember, “The white because it’s on the right.”

This ramble-y reminiscence was inspired by the Friday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge.