March 9th 2010
Today while organizing my hard drive, I realized that my little family (maybe perhaps just me) is stuck in a routine. One which hasn't changed in years. We eat nearly the same exact breakfast, drink scorching coffee out of the same mugs, listen to the same Bloc Party songs over and over again almost each and every day.
I don't enjoy change. I like a constant familiarness.
I have a tendency to pretend that certain things didn't effect my life as much as they had. I have always shown such grace, & understanding - but I still have thousands of what ifs. If I press my eyelids tight enough together I can remember everything. The grumbling sound the new furnace made when it was about to start up. The way the laminate floor would melt with your foot in the spot in front of the living room window The way the scent of flowers would circle my small bedroom if the windows were pulled wide. The silly hickory dickory dock drawing the was sprawled across Daycen's closet. I still remember every nick, every flaw.
I would have never needed the ability to see. I knew that place inside & out. It was apart of me.
I'll never love this house as much as I loved that one until I learn the art of letting go. I've always been the stubborn type so y'all will have to bare with me.
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