I haven't blogged in a while and its mostly because I haven't felt the need to. My life, as in, me myself and I, has been great. Except for as of late things have started to kind of fall apart. Ive known for a while now that my parents were eventually getting a divorce. What I didn't expect was they were deciding to sell the only house I have ever really lived at. It's not much of a house, but for my whole life it has been my home. I have moved alot of my stuff out of it, but I knew if I ever really needed to, I could always move home. I knew this house, I painted most of the rooms in this house, I built the back porch with my dad when I was 14. I broke my leg when my dad dropped me in the kitchen when I was 14 months old. I now have to start the process of cleaning out closets, calling my brother to tell him to come get the stuff he left when he moved out 10 years ago, crying when I find things that meant so much to me as a child. I have to make sure my dad gets his things, and mom gets her things. I need to find things to save for my nephew and my future children. I have to make sure my heart doesn't get left with the house when I lock the door behind me for the last time.
I will be found for the next few months wondering around my yard, reminiscing of days when I would dig mud pits, climb trees, chase birds, and fall down to stare at the sky. I will spend my nights in the garage, going through storage bins holding items from my childhood that didn't make it back into my room after I "remodeled" it when I was 13. I will sit on my front porch and read a book for the last time, much like I did the last 15 summers of my life. I will sit on my back porch and cry like I did the times I had a dog run away, or my heart broken by a boy, and think how easy those things were to get over, and how this might take a few more days.
This home has meant alot for me. I honestly can't tell you how I'm going to get over this. 614 Flat Rock Road will be my home until I buy one of my own for me and my family. Then I will pass the love of a home onto my children, so they will some day appreciate the place they live.
What does your home mean to you?
