When I was in New Zealand last week, I walked around my old neighbourhood, Lynfield. I lived in the area for 9 years and went to primary, intermediate and high school there. It’s a small suburb but just walking the streets, it was bizarre to realise I had been inside majority of the houses on the streets.
I used to walk to school for 9 years so it was like a trip down memory lane. Not a lot has changed but the houses that did get rebuilt, don’t fit in with the suburb which makes me sad as a person and a property critic.
Here’s some pictures of Lynfield:
The main shopping area
The park near my first house in Lynfield where I spent my childhood
One of my favourite houses in the area, it’s so simple and every bit of it reminds me of home
My old street, the first of the two houses we lived in, in the area
The second street in Lynfield that we lived on. I spent so much time hanging around outside, talking, laughing and arguing with friends over the years
One of the new things about Lynfield, the bus stops! I love how much it symbolises New Zealand.