It is my last Sunday living at my parent's house. My head is spinning with memories, too fast to type. My childhood is here. My teenage years. My early 20's while I've tried to figure out every component of my life. I've ran up the steps, stomped my feet, fell down them too, cried, took long baths, gotten sick, laughed, smiled, been in love, had heartbreaks, had the cops drive me home, partied with & without my parents, talked with mom for hours, wore silly outfits, had my own phone line, rearranged my furniture, dressed up as a clown for consecutive years on Halloween, went to kindergarten, enjoyed my brothers (& their families), put up Christmas lights, got stitches, had fights, slept on my parent's floor, met my best friend, searched for Easter eggs, lived with my future husband, celebrated all my birthdays, played in the creek, ran to the bridge, got flowers from my Dad on Valentine's day, got my first car, graduated high school & college... this was the place I lived the beginning of my life...
Home has one hell of a mark on my soul.
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