This little (very) old house is the only thing I have left to remind me of my great-grandma. I grew up in the apartment right next door to hers and this was my favourite thing that she owned.
I used to get tiny little dolls, like miniature soldiers and pretend I was spending the day at this log cabin in the woods.
She died this year, right before Christmas, at 98 years old and I didn't get a chance to say goodbye or go to the funeral, as she was in Romania.
But my grandma made sure to mail me my favourite thing that reminds about her, about how strong she was, her home and her amazing food.
My great-grandma and this house might be the reason why I am so into houses and why I became an architect.