Same Old Song

[eccentrici]

I've been back from ALA Midwinter for three weeks and I still haven't recovered from it yet.  It didn't help that I was home for less than 24 hours before someone made an offer on our old house and my parents accepted it.  I've spent the last few weeks packing furiously and grieving quietly.  We've been in the new house for three months, but I still think of the old house as home.  I keep telling myself it's just a house (am I the only one who is reminded of the song from the "Doonesbury" musical?).  It's just brick and mortar and wood.  It's where I spent hours in the bathtub playing with my Fisher Price houseboat.  It's where I got my first kiss.  It's where I learned about love, loss, and death.  It was home.

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[kaydee23.livejournal.com]

We built a new house when I was in the third grade. The house we moved from was tiny and old, but I missed it through high school. It just always felt more like home than the new house. Plus, we had no trees to climb. The *new* house still has no good tree climbing trees. :sniff:

[eccentrici.livejournal.com]

((hugs you)) For some reason, I find myself missing our bathroom. I was two when we moved in to the old house so I used to pretend that the bathtub was a swimming pool. I would fill the tub with toys and play for hours. My Mom had to make me get out of the tub. I even miss the wallpaper with lavender generic flowers.

[gloss]

I wish you lived right down the street, so I could hug you and pet your hair and offer you kitties for comfort.

[eccentrici.livejournal.com]

{{snuggles you}} Thank you, sweetie. Yesterday was the last day. It was so final. I kept thinking that I'll never see this house again.