My parents sold their house where I grew up late in 2012. I could visit them one last time before they moved out and new owners were about to move in.
This felt really strange to me. Where my family and I had been living for years, there would now be other people living. Traces we left would be erased over time, new memories would fill these rooms. So I tried to rescue as much from „our house“ as I could: I talked with my parents about it, I filmed the rooms, I took photos.
Some of the drawings: